The scene opens up on Thanksgiving Day inside of the Los Angeles, California home of former SCW Champion Nick Jones and his entourage, which of course features one half of the loveable SCW Teag Team Champion Bosom Buddies, Bernard "Big B" Jones.  With the house decorated for the holiday, the familiar group of Nick and his entire entourage are all sitting around, although Big B does not seem to be within the camera view at this time.  The group is in the midst of a conversation as they continue on.

Tony:  So I don't get it... what da frig happened anyway?  First you's said we's gonna be leaving town today, then we's gonna be stayin' here, now you's saying we's got otha' people coming over?

Nick:  Listen Tony, it's not that complicated.  My aunt, B's mom, has been nagging me to come out to visit for the longest time.  So she invited us to come out for Thanksgiving and insisted on welcoming all of you along as well, which is where this all started.  But the truth is, given what a pain in the ass it is to travel this time of year, not to mention the SCW bookings we've got, I managed to convince her to come out here, so that's where they're out.

Max:  So is it just Big B's mother that is coming out, or her father too?

Nick:  Actually it's apparently going to be the whole damn family.  They actually originally said they were going to come in a couple of days ago, but never showed up.  I have no idea what the hell happened.

At that very moment, Nick's phone can be heard beeping and he quickly pulls it out and takes a look at it, not being able to help chuckling as he reads something off of the screen.

Nick:  Timing is everything I suppose.  I just got a text from them saying they'll be here in just a few minutes.  Apparently they ended up driving in because, as they put it, "the plane never came to pick us up."

Nick simply shakes his head and laughs as he puts his phone back away.

Jimmy:  Wow Nicky, seems like we know where B gets that intelligence of his from.

Nick:  What?  You mean his parents?  No, not in the least.  That was his brother that texted me.

In response to this, the entire entourage looks surprised and all respond in unison.

Entourage:  Brother?!?

Tony:  I ain't know B had no friggin' brother.

Nick:  Oh, it's not just ONE brother... B's got three of them.  And I'll warn you all in advance, amongst his family, Big B is not even close to know as the dumb one.

A smirk comes across Diana's face as she looks to Nick and responds.

Diana:  Yeah, I had always kind of suspected that.

Nick does not say a word, but simply gives an angry glare in Diana's direction, as the rest of the entourage all nervously take step back from the circle they were all standing in as the spoke.  After a few seconds of silence, Diana shoots a smile back in Nick's direction as she speaks again.

Diana:  I was just playing, honey.

Diana then leans in and gives Nick a quick peck on the cheek.  Nick looks at her a bit suspiciously, until eventually turning back to the rest of the group, and glaring at them all as he then fires back with a bit of an annoyed tone in his voice.

Nick:  To clarify, that would be that his immediate family.. or at least amongst those brothers of his, he'd actually be considered, and I can't imagine I'm even saying this... kind of the "smart" one.

Max:  I cannot believe that Big B has three brothers that we never knew about.

Tony:  Forget dat, I can't friggin believe dey somehow even dumber den he is.

Nick: Well it's true, as hard as that may be to believe.  Although just one other warning for you, outside of being dumber than B, his bothers are also...

Nick doesn't even get to finish his thought, as he is interrupted by the ringing of the door.  This grabs his attention as he turns and looks towards the door for a moment before addressing the group.

Nick: That must be them, let me grab that.

Nick then turns and walks away, leaving the rest of the group very anxious in regards to Nick's incomplete warning about B's brothers.  Nick then goes to walk towards the entry foyer to answer the door, and the rest of the entourage immediately follows in that direction, talking amongst themselves in the meanwhile.

Jimmy:  So D, baby, have you ever even met these brothers of Big B?

Diana:  Well let me respond to this with a question of my own, outside of his relationship with Big B, have you ever seen Nick express even the slightest bit of interest in his family?

Diana looks to them, but simply receives a wall of silence in return, which eventually causes Diana to smile and nod at all of them.

Diana:  Exactly... so why would I have ever met them?  Frankly, I have no idea what Nick's other warning was about, so I'm just as curious as all of you.

The group continues to follow Nick as he approaches the front door and then opens it up.  Before anyone can even be seen by the cameras, the door opening immediately picks up the sound of a group of men screaming out in unison.

Group of Men:  Cuz!!

With the response making it clear that these men are quite clearly the aforementioned brothers of brother's of Big B, and they all immediately filing into the home.  As they all walk in, the sight of this men catches the group off guard and makes it quite apparent what Nick's other warning is going to be.  As, one by one, Big B's brothers file into the room, each of them bigger then the one before them, all absolutely humungous and and each of them towering over their brother B, who has still not yet been seen.

Nick:  Hey guys!  Glad you would make it.  Everyone, these are Big B's brothers, Christian, Mark and Erik.

Diana:  Wait... you're kidding, right?

Nick cannot help but chuckle at Diana's realization about the significance of those names before responding.

Nick:  Believe it or not, I'm really not.  Yeah I know, it's quite humorous.  Trust me, I chuckle to myself about it quite regularly when dealing with our so-called "bosses".

Tony opts to ignore this particular conversation, but instead addresses B's brothers directly.

Tony:  You's whole set of guys is all pretty friggin' big, huh?

Erik:  Yeah, except for that little shrimp brother of ours B, where's he at anyway?

Nick:  He's upstairs, the "little shrimp" should be down in just a minute.

The rest of the entourage cannot help but laugh at the idea of B being considered the small one, but laughter only seems to confuse B's brothers.

Mark:  What's so funny?

Nick:  Nothing, it's just to this crowd the idiot of B being considered particularly small is a somewhat amusing concept.

Jimmy:  Yeah baby, your parents must be absolute giants to produce a bunch of kids like this, huh?

Nick:  Actually, it's funny that you say that.

Just a moment later, with the front door still open, a woman who have to be assumed as Big B's mother comes walking into the door, but she is actually surprisingly small, coming in at under 5 feet tall in height, while carrying a turkey that is nearly twice the size she is.  Nick sees this and immediately rushes over to his aunt, pulling the turkey from her arms as he turns back to his cousin and gives them an angry stare while snapping at them with his comments.

Nick:  What the hell are you three doing?  None of you could help her with this damn turkey?  The thing is bigger than she is!

Christian:  She said the other day she would take care of the turkey!

Nick:  She was talking about COOKING the turkey, not carrying it.

Nick passes the turkey off to Tony, who heads to the kitchen with it as Nick rolls his eyes as he mumbles under his breath.

Nick:  Idiots.

Just a moment later, lugging a set of various different luggage pieces is a man who could only be assumed as the father of B and his brothers, and yet he also is fairly small, measuring in at about 5'4.

Nick:  Hey! Let us help you with that.

Nick grabs the bags before immediately passing them off to, of all people, Max.  Who struggles to grab them and carry / wheel the various different bags off out of the room in some other direction.

Nick:  So that should be everyone now... guys, this is my uncle.

Diana:  Hi Mr. Jones.

B's Dad:  Actually, that would be Dr. Jones.

The look of shock over the groups face is quite clear, as they all immediate turn and look at Nick.

Max:  Doctor?  Really?

Nick laughs at this response, although clearly understanding their surprise given the apparent stupidity of Dr. Jones' sons.

Nick:  Yes indeed, my uncle is actually a professor of microbiology.

Diana:  Wow, that's... impressive.

Dr. Jones:  Oh, it's nothing really, but thank you.  I'm just happy to be working in a field where I feel I can make a true difference.  Although enough about me, where exactly is that bright little bulb of mine?

Diana:  Bright little bulb?  I'm not sure I understand what you're asking.

Dr. Jones:  My youngest of course... Bernard.  Or, I'm sorry... "B" as I know he likes to be referred to these days.

Diana:  And he's the bright one, huh?

Dr. Jones:  Yes, indeed.

Dr. Jones then leans in towards Nick and Diana and whispers quietly enough that no one else can hear.

Dr. Jones:  Although to be quite clear, I am completely aware of the unfortunate lack of intelligence my sons all appear to have.

Diana:  Oh, well alright then.

Nick:  Although to answer your question, B has been spending all morning getting ready for you guys to show up.  He's upstairs now, but should be right down.

And in that moment, a very familiar voices is heard screaming out coming from upstairs.

Big B:  MOM! DAD! BROS!

The camera pans over to the stairs, to see Big B standing at the top before he quickly comes barreling down them.  B then leaps off of the steps once reaching near the bottom, and heading straight towards his brothers, with Christian seemingly effortlessly catching Big B and right into a big hug.

Christian:  Hey squirt!

The two stop hugging as Big B moves onto his next brother and embraces him in a huge as well.

Erik:  Hey runt!

They then let go as Big B moves over to embrace with the last of his brothers.

Mark:  Hey little B!

Now finished with his brothers, Big B moves onto his parents, first going over to his mother and bending down significantly to give her a huge, as she gives him a huge wet kiss on the cheek at the same time.

Mrs. Jones: Well hello there, it's so great to see you my sweet little Bernardalicious.

Big B seems thoroughly embarrassed by this as his cheeks turn red and he responses in a somewhat whiny tone.

Big B:  Moooooooooooommm!

Mrs. Jones: Sorry my dear, it's just been far too long, I can't help myself.

As he lets go of his mom, he then walks over to his dad, but the two are in no rush to embrace, although Big B looks to him excitedly as he calls out.

Big B:  Hey Dad!!

Dr. Jones smiles in his response, but simply reaches his hand out as he responds in a rather serious tone.

Dr. Jones:  Hello son.

At this point, both Tony and Max have returned to the entry foyer where they are all located and Nick chimes in again.

Nick:  Well now that that's all out of the way, and we all know who you guys are, let me introduce my... associates, or whatever you want to call them... to you guys.  To start, this is my girlfriend Diana.

Diana responds with the same snarky tone in her voice every time their relationship status is discussed.

Diana:  Yes, his LONG-TIME girlfriend.

Nick:  Yeah, yeah.  Anyway...  this is my agent Jimmy, my account Max, and let's call him my um... physical adviser... Tony.

Dr. Jones:  It's a pleasure to meet you all.

Mrs. Jones:  Yes indeed, although don't you have your own families to spend this lovely holiday with?

The group looks at each other, all seeming somewhat confused, as Nick is sure to interrupt before anyone else has to speak.

Nick:  Just do me a favor and try not to introduce any plot holes into this whole scenario, alright?

The entire group, including all of B's family and the entourage, seem very confused by this response from Nick.

Mrs. Jones:  What are you talking about?

Nick stops and looks directly into the camera for a moment, right at the audience, before turning back to the rest of the group.

Nick:  Never mind... don't worry about it.  Why don't we move into the living room and get a little more comfortable, alright?

Nick guides them in the direction of the living room and B's family are the first to head in that direction, with the entourage following behind.  Nick and Diana are the last ones to head in that direction, with Diana taking the opportunity to lean in towards Nick and quietly speak.

Diana:  At least they're only going to be here for one day, right?

Nick:  Actually, hate to have to break this to you, but they'll be here all weekend.

This comment draws a rather depressing sigh from Diana as Nick just looks to her and shrugs before they follow the rest of the group on, as the scene slowly fades.

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The scene fades back in later that night as the entire group of them are all seated around the dinner table, in the midst of their already ongoing Thanksgiving dinner.  The scene picks up in the midst of a conversation, which appears to have gone off into the topic of Nick and B's respective careers, which would of course be focusing on SCW.

Erik:  By the way, I was just trying to remember, what are the names of your guys' bosses again?

Mark:  I was wondering that too.  I know you guys have told us before, but I can never remember them.

Christian:  Yeah, me neither.

Before Nick can even respond, both Tony and Diana, who are sitting on either side of Nick at the table, each lean in towards him and mumbles.

Diana:  You mean to tell me that Erik, Christian and Mark cannot remember the name of SCW's three bosses?  You're kidding me, right?

Tony:  Jeez, how's friggin' stupid is dese guys, huh?

Nick just looks back and forth at them both before just letting out a sigh and mumbling in response.

Nick:  Let's not even get into that, alright?  Just let it go.

Nick then turns his attention back towards his cousins as he responds.

Nick:  Actually, it just so happens that the respective names of the SCW bosses are Mark, Christian, and Erik.  What a funny coincidence, right?

Mark:  Why is that a coincidence?

Nick:  Well because... never mind.  So how has everything been going with you guys?

Erik:  Not too bad.  Every now and then things get a little crazy, but if I'm feeling two bad I just remind myself that I'm at least not the runt of the family.

Despite not directly referencing him, it is clear that his comments are directed at Big B, who does not respond but simply looks sad as he then looks down at his plate.

Christian:  Seriously.  Nothing would be worse than being some sort of weak little nobody, right?

Mark:  Yeah, that would have to be like the worst thing EVER.  Being this big and huge is the BEST.  I mean, how much would it suck the absolute worst to not be big.  Right B?

Big B doesn't even respond, despite the direct remark to him, and continues to stare down.

Christian:  What B, don't you have anything to say to that?

Erik:  What's wrong, are you so small that your vocal chords shrank too much to even talk?

B's three brothers all laugh hysterically at their own stupid remarks, while no one else at the table seems amused and are mostly just ignoring them.  Big B, however, continues to look more unhappy and that, combined with their constant obnoxious laughter seems to finally be enough to set Nick off.

Nick:  Will you three just shut the hell up already?  Jeez!

Christian:  What's your problem?

Nick:  My problem is I'm sick and tired of listening to you three ramble on about this crap.  So what, you're big... who cares?  I've spent my entire career beating the crap out of guys twice my size, and it wouldn't be different with you three either, so leave B the hell alone, alright?  Besides, who good is having such a big body if you don't have a big enough brain to be able to use it all, huh?

Mrs. Jones:  Now, now... there's no need for all of that.  This is supposed to be a nice family dinner, no need for that kind of talk at the table.

Despite the quiet tone and small stature of Nick's aunt, her words seem to have quite an impact as the entire group, including Nick and all of his cousins, get immediately silent.  The group goes back to eating until at some point, there is a quiet mumble heard as Jimmy leans over towards Max and whispers something to him.

Jimmy:  Well after seeing this, it's no wonder Big B has always looked up to Nick as some sort of a big brother and never talks about his real brothers. They're not just stupid, but not even Nick spends so much of his time giving B crap as these three.

Max:  I can't even imagine what that must be like... oh gawd!

As those two return to their meals, everyone else continues to eat on in silence as the scene slowly fades.

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The scene opens up on the following Sunday within the living room of Nick Jones' home, as Nick and his entourage sit on the couch watching the most recent episode of SCW's Climax Control, while continuing on with a separate conversation.

Nick:  No offense to you B, but I just have to say that I am so thrilled that your family... or more specifically your brothers, are finally gone.

Big B:  It's ok cuz, I get it... I'm right there with you.  Nice to just sit back, relax and watch some quality television.

Nick:  If you can really call it that without either of us on the show.

Diana:  Although that begs the question, why didn't you return for this show, Nick?  Especially with them having this match.

Diana motions over towards the TV as SCW's Main Event match of the Alumni Battle Royal is just beginning.

Nick:  Actually, if you really want to know, I was thinking about it.  But believe it or not, after talking to my doctors, they still won't clear me to get back into the ring.  Apparently I'm getting close, but not there yet, so they wouldn't let me into this match.  It's a damn thing too, because look at these useless chumps...

Nick motions over towards the TV as the competitors for the battle royal are heading down to the ring.

Nick:  I could easily win this damn thing with my eyes closed and hands tied behind my back.  What about you B?  What's your deal, you booked for next week?

Big B:  Yeah, Despy and I have a tag team title defense.

Nick:  Really, who you defending against?

Big B:  Steve Ramone and Connor Murphy.

Nick looks at B blankly for a few seconds before simply shrugging his shoulders.

Nick:  If you say so, I have no clue who the hell they are.

Big B:  What?  Of course you do!

Nick:  If you insist, and maybe the names sound vaguely familiar, but I really have no clue what their deal is or was.  Probably because they're too far beneath for me to ever bother wasting my time on complete nobodies like them.

Big B:  Oh, um... ok.  Well I know you know them, because they're two of the current members of NXT.

That comment immediately grabs Nick's attention, as he turns from looking at the TV to glaring straight at Big B with an angry look in his eyes.

Nick:  NXT?? NXT?!?!

Big B:  Um... yeah.

Nick:  That would be the same NXT that the stupid little shit Spike Staggs completely ripped off from my and Hot Stuff's Generation X-Treme, aka GXT, back in GXW?

Big B:  I guess so.

Nick:  So then that would also be the same NXT that were the spineless son of a bitches who needed to jump me like 10 on 1 just so that I didn't kick the living crap out of all of them and are the whole reason I have been out of action for as long as I have?

This continuing, and increasingly angry questions, are clearly making Big B uncomfortable as he becomes even more hesitant to reply.

Big B:  Well, I uh.... uh... suppose so.

Nick:  In that case, I should thoroughly enjoy watching you kick the living crap out of those two pathetic little cowards all around the damn ring next week.

Big B:  I don't know about that cuz.  I'm actually kind of nervous.  These guys are probably actually our toughest opponents yet, this match is gonna be really, really hard, ya know?

Nick:  Trust me, there's absolutely nothing to worry about.  You've got this in the bag.

Big B:  Yeah, but you always tell me not to get too overconfident or nothing and to always make sure to prepare my hardest.  Plus these guys are really, really good!

Nick:  Maybe so, but that does nothing to change the fact that you WILL win this match.

Big B:  But how do you know?

Nick:  How I know is simply... because considering that you're up against those little NXT shitheads, losing is not an option.  You will win, I will personally make sure of it.

Nick gets a bit of a sinister look in his eyes as he says this, before silently getting up off of the couch and walking away as the scene slowly fades to black.

 The scene opens up to show nothing more than a close-up shot of a smoking pile of rubble that makes up a rather significant crater.  The broken pieces that are scattered around these scene seem to vary from the opposite extremes of charred remains to red glowing embers, as smoke and steam still billow off from it all.  As this continues on, the camera shot slowly starts to zoom out a bit, bringing a bit more into view and making it apparent that the location of this scene is in the midst of the parking lot at Scott Airforce Base in St. Louis, Missouri, location of this week's SCW Climax Control.

After some time of settling in on the massive crater that exists in the midst of this parking lot, the camera shot zooms out once more to bring a familiar face into view, as it turns out that former SCW Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones as standing at the very edge of the disastrous mess, staring down at it wide-eyed and slack-jawed, in a clear state of complete and utter shock.  Nick looks as though he has something to say, but cannot quite seem to form the words as his mouth moves just a bit, but not a single noise is heard at all.

This silence doesn't last much longer though, as after a few more moments of this scene, Nick is joined at this sight by SCW's favorite trio of Despayre, Big B and, of course, Angel.  As these three who have joined Nick spend a few moments looking on in amazement themselves, that doesn't last very long before the silence is broken, with Despayre turning his attention away from the mess before them and towards Angel and Big B.

Despayre:  Wow, that DID make a big hole.

Big B:  Yeah, no kidding.  I guess Angel was right, huh?

Nick does not say a word, at least not at first, but instead his eyes somehow manage to go even wider as he turns his head ever so slightly to look in the direction of his cousin and his cousin's friends, a look of complete rage and fury filling his eyes.  Nick glares at them without even blinking and after a few moments they seem to notice, yet don't seem to quite comprehend the displeasure and negativity that is clearly intended to go along with that look, as Nick receives a couple of goofy smiles and waves in return.

Big B:  Hey cuz!

Despayre:  Yeah, hey!  Did you see that?  Wasn't that cool?

Nick seems to have finally reached his breaking point, as he is quick to snap back after this comments, screaming back in response with a tone filled with anger.

Nick:  Hey?!?  COOL??!?  Are you two imbeciles out of your friggin' minds?!?!?

Nick does not hesitate a moment, shaking his head at himself after his last comment and not even allowing a chance for them to respond before continuing on.

Nick:  Look who I'm asking; of course you are, you're friggin' psychopaths!!!

Big B and Despayre look to each other and point back and forth to one another, and then to Angel, seeming to try to figure out who Nick's comments are actually directed at.  They eventually shrug in seeming defeat before looking back to Nick.

Big B:  So, um... you didn't answer Despy's question.  Did you see that big boom?  It was all like KAPOW!

Big B goes on to make a variety of explosion type sounds with his mouth as shoots his hands out to signal a blast.  Despayre cannot help laugh as he points towards Big B's acting job gleefully.

Despayre:  Yeah, just like that.  And don't forget the part where it went all, KRRRRRRRR!

Despayre adds on some displays of his own, seemingly indicating the aftermath of the crater that had caved in before them.  Nick watches all of this, clearly growing only more angry by the second at B and Desp's clear amusement of the situation.

Nick:  See it??  SEE IT?!? I WAS NEARLY IN THE DAMN MIDDLE OF IT!!!

Big B:  Seriously???

Despayre:  Wow, that would have been so, um... awesome!

Big B:  Yeah, I know!

Nick seems to be left in even more shock by the unexpected reaction of those two.

Nick:  AWESOME?!?  Are you trying to tell me you freakin' wackos actually did that crap on purpose?!?

Big B:  Well we didn't actually do it, ya know.

Despayre:  Nuh uh, wasn't us.

Nick:  Oh yeah, because I'm sure there's plenty of other folks around here who don't see the harm in playing around with friggin' ROCKETS.  You expect me to believe that crap?

Big B:  Um... maybe?  I don't think I understand the question.

Despayre:  Maybe you should ask Angel.  After all, he's the one who made it all go GAPOOSH!

Despayre puts on another show meant to emulate the explosion that occurred.  Nick looks back and forth between Despayre, Angel, and Big B for a few moments, seeming to not be quite sure what to say before finally settling in on his cousin and screaming at him some more.

Nick:  So you're seriously telling me you just sat by and watched while that freakin' bear...

Nick stops himself and shakes his head violently, as he realizes what he just said.  He then chooses to correct himself before continuing on.

Nick:  ... while that friggin' nutcase tried to kill me?!?

Big B:  Angel isn't a nutcase... he was just playing around.

Despayre:  Yeah, we were just having some fun!  What's the big deal?

Nick:  The big deal?!?  Oh, maybe it has something to do with the fact that you blew up my entire damn car, and nearly me along with it?!?

Despayre:  Yeah, but you would have been fine anyway... I mean you have life insurance right?

Nick looks completely dumbfounded by this comment by Despayre, as he just looks at him with a look of confusion across his face and can only muster up a one word response.

Nick:  What?

Big B:  He's right, I know you do.  Angel even made sure to ask us first.

Nick:  What?!?

Despayre:  Yeah, so it would like... insure you would still have life anyway.  No big deal, everyone's ok!

Big B:  Exactly, and obviously it worked.

Nick:  Wait... WHAT?!?!?

Nick lowers his head in shakes it in disgust as he seems unable to form a more extensive response, left nearly speechless by the ridiculous lengths that the child-like innocence of Big B and Despayre can really take them at times.  On multiple occasions, Nick seems nearly ready to say something else, but is quite clearly unable to put it all together into a coherent response to this absurdity.

Big B:  Although you might want to look into that car insurance you got for that car.  It didn't seem to work very well.

Despayre:  I think he must have just forgotten to get it, because it would insure he has a car, but look, he doesn't.

Big B:  Oh yeah, good point.  So I guess that's a lesson learned, huh cuz?

Nick looks towards both of them and still seems to be unable to muster a response.

Nick:  WHAT?!?!?!?

Big B:  Is this a new game or something?  I don't get it.

Despayre:  Maybe you can teach it to us later though!  But first we need to go get ready for our match.

Big B:  Yeah, and so then we can go into the ring and be all like KABAM to Sean Jackson!

Despayre:  And then after that, all PROOOOOOOSH to Dying Breed!

Big B and Despayre of course both get back into making their various explosive hand gestures, and continue to add on more noises as the turn and walk off, along with Angel, heading back towards the area where the show is being setup, and leaving Nick all alone once again.  With the others guy, Nick turns his attention back to the smoking pile of rubble before him, staring at it and still left in complete shock, as he continues to be able to muster up only one word of speech.

Nick:  WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?

With that, Nick continues to stare at the pile before him as the scene slowly fades to black.

 The scene opens up at the Los Angeles home of Nick Jones, which is also, perhaps more importantly, the residence of one half of the SCW Tag Team Champion Bosom Buddies, Big B.  Big B is seen sitting at the kitchen table, all by himself, with a piece of paper in his hands.  As Big B intently reads the paper, it becomes immediately clear that he cannot help but moves his lips along with everything that he is reading.  As B continues on, it is just moments later when Nick comes walking into the kitchen, making a bee-line for the refrigerator.  However, Nick comes to a sudden stop as he catches his cousin from the corner of his eye and turns towards him.  Nick watches Big B mouth every word that he reads and cannot help but laugh at the sight, before eventually moving in towards B and snatching the paper right out of his hands.  Big B, seemingly completely unaware of Nick's nearby presence prior to that, is caught off guard and immediately spins his head towards Nick.

Big B:  Hey!  I wasn't done with that!

Nick:  Yeah, yeah.  You'll get it back in a second.  I just didn't feel like waiting another half hour for you to finish and I figured it would be easier to read the paper rather than your lips.

The comment clearly confuses Big B, based upon the expression that comes across his face.

Big B:  What are you talking about?  My lips don't have any words written on them.

Nick rolls his eyes before responding with a heavy amount of sarcasm in his town, although B seems unaware of it.

Nick:  Of course, my mistake, I don't know what I could have been thinking.

Big B then waits and watches Nick, who after just a few second seems to be finished and immediately tosses the paper right back to B.  B then grabs it and continues reading on, his lips moving along once again, as Nick grabs a seat in the chair next to Big B, just watching him as he waits for his cousin to finish.

Big B:  So what do you think?

Nick:  I think saying you were on a first grade reading level would be an insult to first-graders.

Big B:  I don't get it.

Nick:  Of course not.

Big B:  Anyway, I meant... what do you think about the card?

Big B holds up the piece of paper in his hand, indicating that it is in the card for the upcoming episode of Climax Control.

Big B:  Did you see that I'm booked?  Me and Despy!  It should be a pretty awesome match, don't ya think?

Nick simply scoffs as his immediate response to B, before following it up with a laugh, while his cousin just stares at him blankly.  B then eventually turns the paper over, looking at it front and back for a few moments before looking back to Nick.

Big B:  Why are you laughing?  Was there a joke on here I missed or something?

Nick:  Yeah, the joke is that match that you're booked in.

Big B:  Nuh uh.  It's for real, I swear!  It's even the main event and everything.

Nick:  That's what makes it such a funny joke.

Big B:  Oh, ok.  So um... what do you think of the match... or the joke... or whatever?

Nick:  I think there's nothing to really say, I'm sure you and your little buddy have this one in the bag.

Big B:  Really?  Cool!  But, why do you say that?

Nick:  It's simply really, these two chumps aren't even a real team.  Have they ever even tagged together at all?  They'll have no clue what they're doing out there together, while then there's the other side of the ring where, as much as I cannot believe I'm saying this, they'll be looking at the two men who have proven themselves to be the very best tag team in all of SCW.

Big B:  That's awesome!  Who are they?

Nick puts his face in his hands as he cannot believe what he's hearing, unsure of how to respond at first.  He then shakes it off before turning back towards his cousin.

Nick:  Um... that would be the reigning SCW Tag Team Champions.

Big B:  But me and Despayre are the reigning SCW Tag Team Champions.

Nick doesn't say a word, but continues to stare at Big B silently, simply waiting for Big B to finally get it.  Big B looks back at Nick seemingly oblivious, until a little while later it suddenly seems to click.

Big B:  Oh, I get it!  You're saying WE'RE the bset tag team in SCW.  Cool.

Nick again says nothing, instead taps his nose while pointing to Big B.

Big B:  What's wrong with your nose?  Do you have allergies or something?

Nick rolls his eyes, but in this instead simply opts to move on.

Nick:  Anyway, the point is when you've got a couple of guys who don't a damn thing about teaming together against you two, who have done it over and over, and keep on beating everyone in the process, what else do you need to know?  This one is already in the books.

Big B:  It's not a book, it's just on a piece of paper.

Big B once again holds up the printout of the card he was reading earlier, however before Nick can even come back with one of his normally sarcastic responses, Big B continues on.

Big B:  But as far as us winning, I don't know if it's gonna be so easy.  I mean, of course we're gonna really, really try.  And I think we can do it, but it's gonna be pretty hard, ya know.

Nick:  What makes you say that?

Big B:  Well sure these guys aren't a normal tag team together, but they're both really good.  I mean, come on, they are two of the top champions in all of SCW!

Nick simply scoffs at that, not even bothering to give a response.  This time, however, Big B catches it and quickly reacts.

Big B:  What's that all about?  It's true ya know.

Nick:  Oh really?  Well why don't we start off with...

Nick grabs the printed card from Big B and looks at it again for a moment before continuing, seeming to be unsure of who he's talking about.

Nick:  ... Equinox.  What exactly is this so-called "top championship" that he's got?

Big B:  Don't you know?  He's the Roule...

Nick puts his hand up to Big B's face and immediately cuts him off.

Nick:  I don't need you to tell me he's the Roulette Champion, damn it!

Nick's tone makes it clear that he didn't already know this, but simply did not want to admit as much.

Nick:  It was obviously a rhetorical question.

Big B looks completely confused as he respond to Nick.

Big B:  Who?

Nick:  Who what?

Big B:  Who is that?

Nick:  Who is who?

Big B:  That person who asked the question... you said his name was Retter-something-or-other.

Nick:  Oh geez.  It's rhetorical... you know what, forget it.  Never mind.  Just such up, alright?  Anyway, as I was saying, I know who this clown is and this so-called "top championship" of his, and I can tell you it's nothing of the sort.  The title itself is just one big joke that absolutely no one should, and no one does, take seriously.  The only thing that's at least somewhat appropriate about that title is that it is appropriately named.  Because you see, being the Roulette Champion is no different than winning a game of roulette.  It's nothing but a matter of pure luck and involves absolutely no skill of any kind whatsoever and if you try enough times, it'll eventually work out for you.

Big B:  But what about all the success Equinox...

Nick:  Let me just stop you right there.  I can tell you right now, whatever alleged success you're talking about can all come back down to one single reality.  That chumps like this Equinox are facing off against nothing but a bunch of other no-talent hacks hoping for some luck.

Big B:  But he's already held the title for over two months.

Nick:  Yeah, well every now and then luck comes in streaks, but sooner or later it will all come to an end.  It's an entire belt that's based entirely around one lucky spin of a wheel.

Big B:  Oh, I get it.  So you're saying it's like on the Price is Right when they figure out who is going to compete in the showcase showdown by spinning the big wheel!

Nick silently stares at Big B for a few seconds, not quite believing what he's hearing out of his cousin, before continuing.

Nick:  So anyway... the point is simple, this is nothing but a thrown together tag team featuring an alleged champion who in reality is a complete hack, just like his belt.

Big B:  But if it's so easy to get, how come YOU were never Roulette Champion?

This comment clearly makes Nick a bit unhappy, as a scowl comes across his face as he glares at B.

Nick:  If I actually wanted that title, I promise you I would have had it in a heartbeat.  The only reason I didn't is because, quite frankly, it was beneath me and simply would have been a waste of my time.  I spent my time focusing on a REAL championship.

Big B:  Oh, you mean SCW Heavyweight Championship?

Nick:  Exactly.

Big B:  Well then what about Drake Green?

Nick:  Who?

Big B:  Equinox's partner.

Nick quickly looks down at the card still sitting in from of him.

Nick:  Um, yeah... right.  I knew that.  What about him?

Big B:  He's accomplished quite a lot, ya know.

Nick simply rolls his eyes at Big B, before responding with a heavy amount of sarcasm in his voice.

Nick:  Sure he has.

Big B:  Oh good, glad you agree with that.

Nick:  I was being sarcastic.

Big B:  Oh.

Big B stops and thinks about that for a few seconds before continuing on.

Big B:  You said the SCW Heavyweight Championship was the real championship.

Nick:  Yeah... and?

Big B:  Well you know that Drake just won the SCW Heavyweight Championship at Into the Void III, right?

Nick:  What?!?  Uh, I mean yeah... of course I knew that.  How would I possibly not know that?

Big B:  I don't know, but you just said about how that was like the bestest title, but then how you didn't think Drake accomplished anything.

Nick:  Well yeah, but you know, it's not the same anyway.  These days the competition is a lot lower, so it doesn't really mean what it once did.  Besides, this Drake character has only been the champion for a couple of weeks, so let's not get ahead of ourselves.  Let's see if he can really do something with this reign, and have it actually mean anything.  This guy doesn't know what it's really like, not like me.  After all, let's not forget you're looking at a guy who not only had an impressive reign as SCW Champion but did it TWICE.

Big B:  I know that.

Nick:  Then what else is there to say?

Big B:  Just that Drake is a two-time champion too.

Nick:  Well, um... it doesn't matter, because it doesn't mean shit until he's actually faced off against some REAL competition, something that is long since gone from SCW.  Besides, not only are you looking at a two-time SCW Champion, do I also need to remind you that I was ALSO the NWA World Champion?

Big B:  Well not really, because...

Before Big B can even finish, Nick slams his fists down on the table and stands up.

Nick:  SHUT THE HELL UP!

Nick then turns and storms out of the room, leaving Big B sitting at the table alone with a look of shock on his face.

Big B:  Jeez, I wonder what that was all about?

Big B stops and thinks for a moment, stroking his chin as he does so, before eventually shrugging his shoulders.

Big B:  Oh well, beats me.  I bet it was something Diana said.  Now where was I?

With that, Big B grabs the piece of paper with the Climax Control card on it, apparently STILL not having finished reading it, and continues on, once again mouthing the words as he goes along.  This lasts for another couple of minutes before B finally puts the paper down on the table with a big smile on his face.

Big B:  There.  Done!

Big B then looks around and soon realizes the empty and quiet environment that is surrounding him.

Big B:  This stinks, I need something to do!

Big B stops and thinks before his face suddenly slights up as a huge smile appears.

Big B:  Ooo! Ooo! I know!  Let's see what Despy's up to!

Big B quickly reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone.  He then very slowly and deliberately starts to type out a text message, poking the screen of his phone at a painstaking pace.  Over quite a bit of time, B finally seems to finish and then appears to be reading it over, as his lips can once again be soon moving.  At that point, an unhappy look suddenly comes across his face.

Big B:  Oh no, I think I spelt that wrong!

With that, Big B is suddenly seen deleting his entire message and starting over from the very beginning.  The process of course takes quite a while once again, as B continues to slowly poke at his screen with one finger for one letter at a time.  He finally gets to the end and as he rereads it, a smile comes across his face.

Big B:  Goody!  SEND!

Big B hits the send button and then simply sits there and stares at the screen intently.  Minutes go by and B does not even move, continuing to stare endlessly, with the excited look on his face slowly but surely dissipating.  As more time goes by, B seems to now look somewhat disappointed and his eyes can be seen starting to move around, no longer focusing in solely on the phone.  Finally he gives up and at that moment Big B stands up from his chair and goes to walk away from the table.  However, Big B does not get more than two steps away from the table when the phone, which is still sitting on the table, can be both seen and heard vibrating with a notification.  Big B immediately spins back around and lunges back towards the table and plops right back down in the chair.

Big B:  YAY!

Big B then snatches the phone up off of the table and starts to read from it, his lips of course once again moving along as he reads the message.  However, this time as he reaches, he begins to furrow his eyebrows as he reads.  He eventually finishes the message, puts the phone down, and begins to scratch his head.

Big B:  Well that was... weird.  I must have texted the wrong person.

Big B looks back down at the phone and seems to be quite perplexed, seeming very uneasy by the whole situation as he continues to sit there while the scene slowly fades to black.

 The scene opens at the Los Angeles International Airport, which is of course extremely busy with a non-stop rush of people running all around, rushing to catch their planes and gleefully reaching their final destination and attempting to finally get back home.  As the shot scans around the airport, it slowly but surely starts to focus in on one particularly area, which as it gets closer reveals itself to be the baggage claim area.  As it continues to move in, the shot particularly focuses on one particular baggage carousel and it is not long before a familiar face is noticed, as his head peaks out above the average folks all around him.  Standing there with a gleeful smile on his face is none other than one-half of the SCW Tag Team Champion Bosom Buddies, Bernard "Big B" Jones.  B stands at the carousel, which is not yet moving as no bags have arrived from the flight yet, as the crowd continues to grow.  Big B, however, has managed to position himself quite well, being right up against the carousel and directly in front of the area which the baggage comes down to, giving him the opportunity to quickly bag as soon as it arrives.  It is at that point that the red light in front of Big B starts to flash and a loud buzzing sound is heard, indicating that the baggage is now finally on it's way.

Big B:  Oooo!  Oooo!  Here it comes!

Big B gets almost giddy as a smile grows across his face and the carousel starts to now move.  A few moments later, bags start dropping down onto it one by one, as Big B's head can be seen staring at each one intently, watching it as it goes past him, despite many of them looking not at all similar to each other, and therefore clearly not all looking like his own bag.  At one point, one of the bags slides down but gets caught at the top of the carousel, making it completely out of reach for many folks.  It is at that point that a small woman looks up to the much taller B and flashes him a smile.

Woman:  Excuse me, sir.  Would you mind doing me a favor and grabbing that bag for me?

The woman motions to the bag in question as Big B looks to it, then back at her, before happily nodding.

Big B:  Yeah, of course!

The delay caused by the conversation has however caused the bag to move further away from B's reach, yet he still attempts to lean over and grab the bag.  As it is just out of his reach, Big B tries to lean in even closer, despite the bag only getting further away as he does.  Big B eventually leans in so much that he suddenly tumbles over and falls completely onto the carousel!  The people all around look at B quite curiously, while a number of others immediately burst out into laughter.  Big B, riding around on the carousel, now continues to crawl forward on it until he reaches the bag he was looking for and grabs it with both hands.  B then stands up, lifts the bag up, and holds it over his head as he looks back to the woman, screaming back to her as he's now on the complete other side.

Big B:  I GOT IT!!!

B then looks at the bag, then back to the woman, and at the bag again.  Clearly confused by the situation, a smile comes across his face as he looks back to the woman once more.

Big B:  I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!!!

With that, Big B sits back down onto the carousel and waits is it slowly but surely circles him around.  People all around look at Big B like he's absolutely nuts, some still laughing, while B simply smiles and waves to walks as he passes them by.  Eventually, Big B comes all the way around back to where he started, at which point he hands the bag off of the carousel to the woman who was waiting for it, who is looking at Big B in utter shock.

Woman:  Um... thanks?  You know that really wasn't necessary.

Big B:  You're welcome.  Glad to help.

Clearly distracted by passing off the baggage and his conversation with the woman, Big B becomes rather oblivious to his circumstances and finds himself still on the baggage carousel, continuing to ride around.  Once the woman walks away, Big B goes to lean back but then seems to suddenly come to a realization.  He looks down and then immediately tries to climb off the carousel, but in the process stumbles over and, due to his size, knocks over another three people all trying to get their luggage, falling to the ground along with them.  Big B gets up and brushes himself off before looking down at the other three fallen individuals.

Big B:  Oops... sorry.

Big B then grabs two of them by the arms and in one felt swoop, yanks them right up to their, and nearly pulling them back down in the opposite direction, before they both manage to barely get their balance.  B then goes to grab the last person, who quickly waves Big B off before getting up on their own.  Big B simply smiles and nods to the three people, all of whom are giving B dirty looks, but he seems unaware of this.  Big B then turns around just in time to see a familiar piece of baggage go moving past him.

Big B:  Oh no!  That's mine!

With the bag clearly out of reach, Big B opts not to repeat his mistakes but instead decides to go chasing after it.  Staying just along side of the carousel the whole time, Big B tries to go after it, despite the entire area being swarmed by others trying to get their bags.  B seems unintentionally oblivious to this however, as he is so focused in on his bag, that B's unusual size and strength causes him to effortlessly toss people aside as he chases after the bag.  Eventually, so many people have gotten bulldozed by the big man, that others seem him coming and quickly step back to clear his path.  With this happening, it finally allows Big B to catch up to the bag and he is able to grab it and pull it off of the carousel.  Big B then looks at the luggage tag and immediately furrows his brow.

Big B:  Hey, this bag isn't mine.

Big B immediately puts the bag back onto the carousel, but as he does, an identical looking bag goes moving past him, catching his attention just a moment too late.

Big B:  Not again!

As soon as he says that, before he even gets a chance to move, all of the folks who had moved back in immediately step back away to clear a path as Big B once again goes chasing after the bag.  However, after just a short ways around it, B immediately comes to a screeching halt as he sees a hand reach onto the carousel, grab his bag, and pull it off.  B stares down at his bag on the ground as he gets a bit whiny in his tone.

Big B:  Now hold on one gosh darn second!

Big B stops himself and thinks for a moment before continuing on.

Big B:  Sorry for my potty mouth, but that's my bag!

There is a rather quick response of what seems to be a very familiar voice.

Voice:  Yeah, no shit Sherlock.

Big B finally looks up for the first time since catching up to the bag to see the wide, cocky smirk plastered across the face of his cousin, Nick Jones.

Big B:  Nicky!!!

Big B immediately wraps his arms around his cousin in a big bear hug, lifting him up off the ground in the process as Nick's eyes go completely wide.

Big B:  I didn't expect to see you here.

Big B then looks past Nick and notices the very familiar faces of the entire Entourage: Diana, Tony, Jimmy, and Max.  Upon seeing them, Big B goes to move into their direction.

Big B:  Hey guys!

Big B takes a step forward, but clearly wanting to avoid a similar fate as Nick had just received, they all take a step back while waiving Big B off and each providing quick greetings in response.  Big B then turns his attention back towards his cousin.

Big B:  What a funny coincidence that you're not only here, but you accidentally picked up my bag too.

Nick rolls his eyes before responding to his cousin.

Nick:  No, it wasn't a coincidence.  I picked up the bag BECAUSE...

Nick stops himself as he shakes his head in disgust.

Nick:  You know what?  Forget it.  Welcome come big guy.

Big B:  Thanks cuz.

Big B then pulls out the handle from his baggage and starts to roll it along, as the group all start to walk away from the baggage area, talking along the way.

Nick:  So what took you so long to get back to LA anyway?

Big B:  What do you mean?

Nick:  What do you mean "What do you mean"?  The freakin' supercard was over two weeks ago, and nobody has seen or heard you since then.  What the hell was going on?

Big B:  Well, um... you see I had, uh... decided to um... decided to continue on my own tour all around Africa.  And um... not just Africa, other countries too.

After Big B refers to Africa as a "country", Big B looks at his cousin rather sadly before not being able to help but correct him.

Nick:  Continents?

Big B stops and looks back at his cousin seemingly perplexed.

Big B:  Yeah, I was going to the bathroom just fine.  Why?

Nick can't help but laugh at this one as he just shakes his head.

Nick:  Never mind.  But back to your previous point, do you really expect anyone to believe that story?

Big B:  Sure?  Why not?

Nick:  Well aside from all of your "um"s and "uh"s, what possible reason would anyone have to believe that after an entire tour with SCW, paid by SCW, and with plenty of other people, you'd want to continue going on one by yourself?

Big B does not respond, but simply lowers his head, looking down at his shoes as he kicks his feet.

Nick:  Care to tell us what really happened, B?

Big B lets out a deep sigh before responding.

Big B:  Um... ok.

B then looks up to the group, who are all standing there watching B, waiting to hear his story.

Big B:  So you see, I was supposed to take a flight back here the day after Chaos in Cape Town, but I... well I kind of got onto the wrong plane.

Nick can't help but chuckle, but doesn't say a word as he lets B continue on.

Big B:  So I had to try to get connecting flights to go back to LA, because where I went to didn't have any direct flights here.  So then I ended up flying all over Africa.  Then I somehow ended up in Europe.  Then I totally find a flight that said on the little screen thingy that it was going back to LA, so I buy a ticket for that flight, I even get on the right flight and everything.  Then I get off the plane, and I'm in Louisiana!  Did you know that they use LA as an abbreviation for Louisiana?!?

Nick and all of the Entourage burst into hysterical laughter hearing this, while B is clearly oblivious as to why.  As they quiet down, Nick manages to barely muster through his laughter a response.

Nick:  I think I may have heard that.  So what happened then?

Big B:  Well then the next flight to Los Angeles wasn't until the next morning, so I had to stay at a hotel for the night.  So then I stayed there, but when I went to the airport, I found out I had missed the flight.  Apparently my watch was set to some sort of different African time or something.  So then there wasn't another flight to LA until the next day, so I had to book that.

Nick:  And did you forget to set your watch to the local time and miss the flight again?

Big B looks down to the ground again as he quietly responds.

Big B:  Well... no.

Nick:  But??

Big B mumbles a response that is barely audible.

Big B:  But I overslept.

Nick lets out another laugh before responding.

Nick:  So did you FINALLY make it out of Louisiana on the flight after that?

Big B:  Well of course, that was this morning.  I'm not an idiot you know.

The entire group simply stares at Big B in silence after he says that, nobody given the slightest bit of reaction to that.  After a bit of awkwardness, Nick then turns and continues on their earlier path towards the parking area.  The entire group walks on without saying a word and as they get their, they eventually walk right up to a luxurious limousine.  As soon as they get there, Nick then turns back towards the group and looks at them.  Nick specifically points over into the direction of Tony, Max and Jimmy as he speaks.

Nick:  So which one of you pulled the short straw, huh?

They all looked confused by this, but of course Tony is the one least worried about speaking up.

Tony:  What da frig' you's talkin' 'bout, boss?

Nick:  Which one of you is it gonna be?

Still all confused, Jimmy musters up the courage to chime in.

Jimmy:  Nicky, baby, gonna be to do what?

Nick:  To drive the damn limo you dumbasses.  What do you think I'm talking about?

Jimmy:  But Nick, you had me hire and pay for a professional limousine driver.  He's the one who drove us here.  Oh gawd, what happened to him?

Nick:  What happened is I fired that dipshits sorry ass, that's what happened.

Tony:  What da frig' for?

For the first time amongst all of this, Diana finally opts to speak up.

Diana:  Because that creepy old bastard was staring at my breasts through the side window in the back when we stopped on the way here, that's why!

Nick quietly mumbles to himself after Diana says this.

Nick:  Pretty sure he was just looking at the friggin' pump while standing there and filling the gas tank.

Despite his attempts to be very quiet, Diana clearly heard Nick's comments and shoots him a dirty look.  Upon seeing this, Nick clears his throat, speaks up and quickly changes his tune.

Nick:  I mean, um... yeah, that creepo was staring at her tits!

Diana shoots Nick another dirty look, causing him to corrects himself once more.

Nick:  Um... her chest that is.  Yeah, that.

Jimmy:  But baby, I have got to ask, if Diana is the one who wanted him fired, then why is she not the one who is going to drive?  Only seems fair, baby.

The entire group all turn and look at Jimmy like he is a complete moron, some even seeming shocked that he would dare to even suggest such a thing.  The looks quickly register with Jimmy as he continues on.

Jimmy:  Haha, gotcha!  Great joke, right guys?  So alright, how do we decide which one of us does it?

Jimmy looks to Tony and Max, who seem to mull it over for a few seconds before Tony proposes a solution.

Tony:  Why's don't we's fight fer it?

Both Jimmy and Max look petrified by this possibility and both are stumbling over their words, incapable of getting out a response.  After a few seconds, Nick lets out a chuckle before responding.

Nick:  Well I think it's safe to say that Tony has successfully taken himself out of contention for getting stuck with this job.  So which one of you two is it going to be, huh?  Figure it out quickly, I want to get the hell out of here.

Having previously been quiet since the awkward silence that followed his story, Big B finally chimes in again.

Big B:  How come only those two get to drive?  Why aren't I allowed to do it?

Nick:  Well I figure since you're the one coming back, that we're here to pick you up, and you've been flying around all this time, I'd cut you a break.

Nick then goes to turn to Jimmy and Max again, but stops and thinks what Big B said over again before turning back to Big B.

Nick:  Wait a second, what do you mean by "allowed"?  Do you mean to tell us you actually WANT to drive the limo back home?

Big B:  Yeah, it'd be so cool!  I always wanted to do it since I was little kid.  Look at how big and long it is and stuff.  Plus the best part is I would get to wear this cool hat!

Big B reaches over to the front door and opens it up, quickly reaching in and pulling out the traditional limousine drivers cap that was left on the seat.  Big B places it down on top of his head, and it is quite clearly multiple sizes too small as it does not fit at all.  However, this does not stop Big B from flashing a big smile in the direction of all those around him.

Nick:  Um... alright then, I guess you're driving!

Big B quickly runs over to the back door and opens it up, holding it open as each of Diana, Nick, Tony, Jimmy and Max climb in one after another.  Big B closes the door behind them before rushing up to the front seat and jumping in as the scene fades.

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The scene fades back in a short while later to a close up shot from the front of the limo, as Big B is seen behind the wheel of the limo, driving down one of the highways in the area.  Big B is in the midst of what seems to be quite the long story, as the entire rest of the group can be seen sitting far behind him, all looking bored out of their minds, as they are each laying their motionless or rolling their eyes in disgust.

Big B:  So then I says to the guy, no way... LA stands for Los Angeles.  So we have got to be in Los Angeles, right?!?  But then he tells me...

At this point, Nick can be seen in the back of the vehicle reaching up, and as he pushes down on a switch, Big B is interrupted by the divider between the front and back of the limo going up between them.  Big B stops talking as he notices this and scratches his head in confusion.  B then looks around, completely taking his attention off the road as a number of horns are heard honking and B can clearly be seen swerving around.  B finally finds what he is looking for, and hits the switch on his side as the divider goes back down.

Big B:  Wow, that was so weird.

Nick:  Yeah, really weird.

Big B:  So as I was saying, then this guy tells me...

Nick then nods over towards Jimmy, who quickly hits the switch in the back once more, as the divider closes again.  Big B stops again and this time turns all the way around to look at the divider, and in the process completely weaving all the way across multiple lanes, and a number of screeching tires and more honking horns can be heard.  Big B quickly turns around and then sees confused by the mess around him and simply shrugs, before reaching over to his switch again and putting the divider back down.

Big B:  Why does that keep happening?

Nick:  No idea.

Nick then looks over towards Max this time, and nods towards him. Max then starts to hit the switch as well, and the divider goes about half way up before Big B hits his and it starts to go back down.  Nick nods right back at Max who hits the switch again, causing it to head up again, but it doesn't make it up before B hits his switch to bring it back down.  This continues back and forth multiple times, each time Big B getting about one word in before he stops to put the divider back up.  Eventually Max starts to shake his hand off in pain and Big B manages to successfully get the divider all the way back down.

Big B:  This is so weird!  What's going on?!?

Nick:  I don't know, it must be broken or something.  Better not touch that switch again or you might get shocked or something.  Could be dangerous you know.

Big B:  Oh ok, good point.  Thanks cuz, you're always looking out for me, huh?

Nick:  Oh yeah, you bet.

Big B:  So like I was saying...

Before he can even say another word, or Nick even give the nod to anyone, both Diana and Tony make a move for the switch, but Tony waves Diana off and takes care of it himself, also making a fist as he seems ready to swing if Big B reaches for his own switch again.  However, this time B seems to take the advice of Nick, as Tony gets the divider all the way back up successfully.  The entire group lets out a collective set of sighs of relief.  As they enjoy the silence for a few seconds, there is suddenly a clicking sound heard from somewhere behind them.

Big B:  Oh look, isn't this so cool?  There's an intercom system in here!  Now even with the broken window thingy-majig we can still talk!

Nick hits the button on their side to active the microphone as he gives a response that is filled with a heavy does of sarcasm.

Nick:  Oh super.

Big B:  So what was I saying?  Oh... I don't remember.  But anyway, did you guys see the Bosom Buddies have a match on Sunday?  We've got a title defense, it will be so cool!  And before that, there's going to be this super cool in-ring celebration thing that's planned for us because of our title win!  How cool is that?

That last comment clearly catches Nick's attention as he quickly sits up and presses the intercom button.

Nick:  I'm sorry, what was that?

Big B:  Oh, me and Despy were just told that we should be ready to go down to the ring to have a little celebration ceremony for our title win.  It's going to be like our own little party.  Soooooo cool, right?

Nick:  Oh yeah, that should be quite interesting.  I know I'm certainly looking forward to it.

Big B:  Why?  It's just for me and Depsy.  I'm pretty sure it's invite only.  Sorry cuz.

A smirk comes across Nick's face, as he gives a very insincere sounding response.

Nick:  Oh yes, of course.  I know that I cannot be there.  I'm just so happy for you is all.

Big B:  Oh... thanks!

Nick looks to the rest of the group and rolls his eyes that Big B fell for that as the sly grin continues to grow on his face.

Big B:  Then after that, we have our tag team title defense.  We're facing these two guys, one's name is like Rat or something, and the other one is a Metal Rapper.

Nick:  Actually... it's Wrath and the Mental Rapist.  How do you never know who it is you're facing?

Big B:  Well you don't win matches by knowing their names!

Nick seems to be a bit shocked by this response and, while not giving B the satisfaction of responding approvingly, Nick does nod his head, accepting his premise, as B continues on.

Big B:  So anyway, these guys are pretty good.  You know they're part of your old buddy Mark's team.  You know, not the one you were on with him, but he's got a new one now.  You know, the one you're not on.

Nick:  Yeah, yeah.

Big B:  So like, he asked those two guys to be on his team, but not you right?  So they must be pretty good if that's what he decided to do.  

Nick:  Right, got your point.

Big B:  I mean, really really really good.  So even though me and Despy Were good enough to beat three other teams, we are totally being careful.  Because we're both like "whoa, both of these guys must be better than Nick, huh?"  Or at least that's what your old buddy things or something.

Nick is now becoming quite annoyed by this topic of conversation, and hits the intercom button one last time.

Nick:  What's that?  You seem to be breaking up.  It looks like the intercom must be broken too.

With that, Nick turns and turns, reaches behind him, and grabs the intercom speaker that is setup and tears it right away from where it is pointed, and rips out the wiring that has it setup.  Nick then sits back again, and he, along with the rest of the Entourage, let out deep sighs of relief.  Of course, that doesn't last too long, as after a few seconds, the radio can be heard turning on.  Nobody seems to bothered by this at first, as Big B can be heard flipping through the channels of the radio station.  It all finally comes to a stop, and the entire group looks at each other in horror as Big B stops upon a station that is just starting up with Rebecca Black's "Friday".

Nick:  Oh sweet mother of God.  I think it might be time to just jump out of the damn car.

Things only go from bad to worse as the lyrics start to hit and despite the divider being up, B can be heard loudly screaming along with the song in a manner that seems to being his attempting at singing, but is just painfully awful.  The entire group attempts to cover their ears, but the blasting sounds of this awful song and B's even worse singing cannot be blocked out as they all appear to be in absolute agony as the scene slowly fades to black.

 The scene, somewhat surprisingly, actually opens up back in Los Angeles, California, even despite SCW being in the midst of its African tour.  The opening shot shows the very familiar locale of the fancy home of former two-time SCW Heavyweight Champion, and a man who has been noticeably absent from SCW for the past few months now, Nick Jones.  After a few moments pass, a taxi cab pulls out in front of the home and stops, and immediately the door opens up and out steps the very familiar face of the towering man known as Bernard "Big B" Jones.  Big B goes right to the trunk and grabs his bag from the back, before walking back over towards the driver's side window and paying the cab driver.  The driver quickly drives off as Big B heads up the driveway and then across the front walkway to the front door.  B goes to open the door, but quickly finds that the door is surprisingly locked and a quick peak inside the windows makes it seem as though the house may be empty.  Given that, Big B opts not to even bother with the doorbell and instead goes fumbling through his bag looking for his keys.  While this is going on and B is distracted, it can be seen just for a moment that there is a shadow lurking behind the curtain of the window just next to the front door, but it quickly disappears out of view before Big B can look back up.  A moment later, B finally pulls his keys out from his bag, then unlocks and opens the front door.  Big B steps in and immediately drops his back off to the side of the entry foyer before letting out a deep sigh of relief.

Big B:  Ahhh... home sweet home.

Big B doesn't even look back as he simply reaches behind him and shoves the front door shut.  As the door swings shut, it suddenly reveals that hiding behind it was none other than Big B's cousin Nick, unknowingly lurking behind B with a devious smirk on his face.  Nick looks ready to strike and quickly moves right in at B from behind and... actually just smacks B upside the back of the head.  B immediately grabs his head and spins around to see where it came from.

Big B:  OW!!!  That hurt!

Nick:  Oh, don't be such a big baby.  You should be grateful I didn't do much worse.

Big B:  Well why did you do that?!?

Nick:  Because, lucky for you, at the last second I opted not to beat the living crap out of you.

Big B:  No, I mean why did you hit me at all?  I didn't even do nothing!

Nick raises an eyebrow at his cousin as he responds.

Nick:  You sure about that.

Big B:  I couldn't have!  I don't know what that's all about, because there's nothing I could have done.  I haven't even been home since before Blaze of Glory III.

Nick:  Exactly!

Big B seems thoroughly confused by that response.

Big B:  I don't get it.

Nick rolls his eyes as he responds with a very sarcastic tone.

Nick:  Yeah, there's a freakin' surprise.

Nick then gets a little more serious as he explains the situation to his cousin.

Nick:  The fact that I have not seen you since then is the exact reason why you got smacked, and why you deserved to get smacked, because I wasn't able to do it before now.  That one was waiting for you.

Big B:  But... why?!?

Nick:  You're kidding, right?  What, you don't think that I watched you out there at Blaze of Glory?  I saw that performance out of you, if you can even call it that.  It was a joke.  If you want to be a real wrestler out there, than you sure as hell better learn how to act like one.  Yeah sure, when you're out in the real world you're used to being bigger and stronger than just about everyone around you.  And you know what, that might even be true most of the time once you step into that ring, but it's time you learn, that doesn't make a damn bit of difference when you're in that ring.  It takes more than just size and strength to be a real competitor, and that complete lack of preparation was an absolute joke.  You should consider yourself lucky you didn't get the living crap beat out of you out there.  I mean hell, do you realize that you would have lost the match all your own out there if it wasn't for that scrawny little weirdo buddy of yours saving your ass?

Big B:  Come on, cuz.  Don't be like that.  Me and Despy are a team, we worked together to win.

Nick:  Oh, that is such a load of nonsense.  You might both get credit for that victory, but you didn't both earn it.  For crying out loud, it's almost like you didn't even bother to show up for the match!

Big B:  Well what do you care?  We won, and besides, you couldn't even be bothered to come see us wrestle anyway.

Nick:  Is that was this is all about?  You were all pouty and upset because I didn't come watch you suck it up in the ring while the little nutjob carried your sorry ass to victory?  You have got to be kidding me.  If you want to be a real wrestler and have some degree of REAL success in this business, that kind of whiny little attitude isn't going to get you anywhere.  You may be able to get away with having the mind of a child with the intelligence of a toddler, but unless you can actually start acting like a real man once you step between those ropes, that's not going to cut it anymore.  You're not going to win that way.

Big B:  And so what if I don't win?  You don't care.

Nick:  Oh shut up.  I may give you a hard time and you might drive me absolutely insane, but you're still my cousin and as much as I might dislike you sometimes, I promise you I hate the rest of the useless pieces of crap that fill the SCW roster far more than I ever could you.  So suck it up, start acting like a man and realize that I'm telling you all of this because whether or not you realize it, I'm on your side.  So how about you stop your whining long enough to listen and learn from a multi-time, multi-company World Champion?  Maybe then, you can realize your potential and see what it's like to be a real winner, rather than picking on those at the bottom of the barrel while your little looney tune saves you when that doesn't work.

Big B:  So if all of this is true then why didn't you come to see the match?

Nick:  Let's not forget, I haven't exactly been in the greatest of health shape lately.  I had to go see some doctors... AGAIN... and well, at least I'm getting there.

Nick motions down to his lower body, and the shot pans down to show that Nick is no longer in a cast and as B checks out his cousin, it seems to be the first time it was particularly noticeable that he is no longer on crutches either.  However, Nick does have a cane in his hand and hobbles a bit as he takes a step closer to Big B.

Nick:  So yeah, it caused me to miss one of your matches.  Get over it, alright?  As long as I'm still not able to get back into that ring, I've only got that much more motivation to be helping you out, and if you don't believe me then just consider this:  I just had a quick chat with my old limey buddy the other day about the next stop of this tour and let's just say, you won't be flying to Egypt on your won.

The expression on Big B's face quickly change, as he lights up and has a big smile from ear to ear.

Big B:  Really?  You mean it?!?  You're going to come with me to Care-O.

Nick:  It's pronounced... you know what, just forget it.  Yeah, I'm going with you, but that's not all.  The entire Entourage is going to be coming with you too.  We all heard about the big match you've got coming up this week and trust me when I say you won't be able to get away with the kind of crap you did a few weeks back.  So we're all going to be there, and we're going to make sure that you do this right and not only get, but EARN, that win.

Big B:  Earn the win?  But didn't you always used to say that when it comes to wins...

Before Big B can even finish his point, Nick pops him on top of the head with the the top of his cane, causing B to immediately stop talking as he starts to rub his head.

Nick:  Don't talk back to me, alright?  I'm trying to help you here.  You can start arguing with me about the question of when wins are and aren't "earned" when you're not just getting carried along by someone half your size to victory, got it?

Big B:  If you say so cuz.

Nick:  Good.  Listen to me and before you know it, you'll be on your way straight to very top of SCW.  Of course you'll never be as good as me, but there's nothing wrong with that, no one else ever has been or will be, but you can one day be good enough to beat the rest of the no-talent bozos who flood SCW's roster.

Big B:  Um... thanks?

Nick:  Don't mention it.  It's just what I do.  When you're this damn good, all it takes is people being around you for it to wear off a bit.  And now that I'll be back by your side, you'll get a gentle reminder of how true that really is.  So pack yourself a new bag and be ready to roll... tomorrow, we head for Egypt.

Big B:  Tomorrow?!?  But I just get back!

Nick:  Well yeah, and that's great and all, but the flights are already booked.  When did you think they would be booked for?  You've got a match for THIS SUNDAY!

Big B:  Yeah, I know that.

Nick:  Well it's not exactly a short trip, so you want to give yourself plenty of time to get out there and settled in before your match.  Trust me, you don't want to be flying around the freakin' world the day of the damn match.  Take that as tip number one, alright?

Big B:  Yeah, I get all of that, but why tomorrow?

Nick:  What other day would you think that we would go.

Big B then stops and scratches in head in confusion for a moment.

Big B:  Wait a second, what day is it today anyway?

Nick:  Well, um... this thing probably won't get posted until Friday.

Big B:  Huh?

Nick and Big B both look straight into the camera for a moment, before Nick eventually shakes his head and continues on.

Nick:  Never mind that... we're just going tomorrow, so be ready.  I've got a car service coming to pick us all up in the morning.  And remember, you're the one who we're all making this whole damn trip for, so don't be expecting the rest of us to drag you along like normal.  If we miss this flight, it's going to be your problem, not ours.

Big B:  No problem cuz, I'll be ready to go.  I'll make sure to pack my bag tonight and even get to bed early.  I promise!

Nick:  Whatever you say, B.  Oh, and one last thing.

Nick stumbles forward a bit and then uses his cane to reach out and grab one of the handles of B's duffle bag.  He then uses that the pull the bag up before grabbing it with both hands and throwing it right into B's chest.  B barely realizes it is coming and only just manages to catch it before it crashes to the ground.  B looks confused as Nick simply glares at him.

Nick:  With you finally out of here for a few weeks, we were finally able to get the mess around this place cleaned up.  So let's try to keep it that way, alright?  Just remember, you might be the active wrestler right now, but I'm still the one who runs the show around here, got it?

Big B quietly nods his head as Nick stumbles off, with the aid of his cane, as the scene cuts away.

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The scene opens back up a day later at the Los Angeles International Airport.  The airport is very crowded and busy with people rushing around all over the place, as the shot focuses in on the areas where there are the lines for the ticket windows.  On one of the international ticket lines, it moves in further to show a very familiar group of people, as the group is lead by Nick and Big B, and also features all of the rest of the Entourage, Diana, Tony, Max and Jimmy.  The camera manages to pick them up in mid-conversation.

Jimmy:  B, baby, all I'm trying to say is it's time for you to let me work my magic on you too.  You let me handle your business and before you know it you're going be rolling in the money too, baby.

Big B:  I don't know.  I'm not sure I want to do a lot of that other stuff.  Plus I already have my SCW contract negotiated.

Jimmy:  Yeah, and I'm the one who negotiated it for you baby, but don't you know, that old contract is nothing now.  That was before you were an active in-ring talent, you let me take a crack at those back office chumps and I'll have you a new contract in no time.

Big B:  No, I meant I already have a new contract as an active wrestler.

Jimmy:  B, baby, I don't know what kind of hit to the head you took in your last match, but I didn't negotiate you a new contract; trust me, baby.

Big B:  I know that, Synn negotiated my new contract.

Jimmy:  What?!?

Jimmy is taken back in complete shock and Nick immediately spins around and shoots a displeased look over at his cousin.

Nick:  Oh really, is that so?!?  How much...

Nick stops himself as he looks around at the rest of the Entourage members.

Nick:  ... you know what, we'll discuss this later.  So how about this match.

Tony:  Yeah, dat's wut I'm talkin' 'bout.  Forget dis otha' stupid crap, let's talk about dese bozos who's asses you's gonna be kickin'.

Nick:  Frankly I can't be bothered to keep track of these second class nobodies, so I can't be bothered to remember their names.  Who is it you're facing again?

Big B:  It's me and Despayre against the team of John Dough and Connor Murphy.

Nick:  John Dough and Connor Murphy?  So what's the deal?  One is a second-rate criminal on the run and the other is the owner of some dive bar irish pub?

Diana:  I think you're giving them both too much credit.  That would assume either of those clowns have actually accomplished anything at all in their lives.  Even a successful crime and failed business are more than these two idiots could ever dream of.

Tony:  You's got dat right.  If it ain't bad enough, dese two are both in dat stupid friggin' NXT group.

Nick:  Seriously?  You've got to be kidding me.  Well then maybe I was wrong when I said you need to start taking things more seriously in the ring, B.  If you're facing a couple of NXT guys this week, you might actually be able to LITERALLY sleep through this match and still win.

Big B:  I don't know, I actually think they're pretty good.

Nick:  Pretty good?  You can't possibly be serious.  Nobody who ever associates themselves with those complete scumbags is anything but the biggest pile of crap on this planet.

Big B:  I've never had anything against...

Big B stops as he suddenly realizes the extreme look of intense anger on Nick's face.  He then looks Nick up and down, focusing on his still injured leg for a moment.  Big B then shows a surprising degree of smarts (at least for him), and makes sure to quickly change the subject as he points past Nick towards the front of the line.

Big B:  Looks like we're up next, cuz!

Nick turns as the group in front of them heads up to the next free airline employee and he stumbles up to the front of the line.  As everyone else moves up behind him, Nick looks back at the rest of the Entourage.

Nick:  Alright, let's get our stuff ready.  Max, you got everyone's passports?

A look of complete panic comes across Max's face as he immediately starts to breath heavily.

Max:  What?!?  Me?!?  I'm supposed to have everyone's passports?  Nobody told me that!  OH GAWD!

Nick:  Oh, just freakin' relax.  I'm just screwing with you.  Wanted to make sure you were paying attention.  You say so little sometimes I forget you are even there.

Max:  Oh thank gawd, you had me so scared.

Nick:  Yeah, yeah... whatever.

Nick then reaches into his bag and pulls out the stack of passports for the whole group, along with another piece of paper.  A moment later one of the employees is free and waives them over, so Nick immediately leads the group to that ticket counter, as they all follow him.  Nick reaches the counter and puts everything in his hands up on the counter.

Nick:  Here you go.  There's six of us, there's the passports for all of us, plus the reservation.

Airline Employee:  Ok then, just one moment please.

The employee looks at the reservation and then types some things into the computer before speaking again.

Airline Employee:  Ok, it looks like we have everything ready for you.  There will be six tickets and it looks like your company actually put in an upgrade for you.  So that will be five economy class tickets and one for first class for a... Mr. Jones.

A big smile comes across Nick's face as he hears that.

Nick:  It looks like SCW finally knows when they need to start taking care of their superstars, huh?  Thank you very much.

Nick reaches his hand out toward the airline employee as she was grabbing the ticket printouts, but she is quick to pull away to keep the first class ticket out of Nick's reach.  She looks them over and instead takes the five coach tickets and piles them up with five of the passports, before taking the first class ticket and folding it into the one remaining passport.

Airline Employee:  I'm sorry, I didn't realize there were you two of you.  The first class reservation is actually for a Mr. Bernard Jones.

The airline employee hands the ticket and passport over to Big B, who gets a huge smile across his face, as Nick's jaw drops as he looks on in complete shock.

Big B:  Wow, this is awesome!  I've never flown in first class before.  Can you guys believe it?

Big B turns back to the rest of the Entourage as he says that, but they all seem to be a bit too afraid to chime in on this topic.  Big B, clearly clueless to Nick's displeasure with the situation, cannot help but carry on about it.

Big B:  I mean, me?  First class?  I never would have guessed.  I mean, not even you got first class cuz!

With the group not getting out of the way despite having had their tickets, and the tension clearly building, at least clear to everyone but B, the airline employee does her best to get them to all move along.

Airline Employee:  Well you guys have yourselves a great flight!  Goodbye!

Nick doesn't say a word and just stares at the employee for a few more moments, clearly trying to come up with the words but not quite sure what to say.  Finally, he just says the only thing that can come to his mind, as he points over at his cousin while talking to the employee.

Nick:  Him?!?  SERIOUSLY?!?

The employee clearly has no idea what to say, so she simply shrugs in response.  Nick angrily grabs the rest of the tickets, along with their passports, off of the counter and shoves them into the hands of Max before storming off as best as he can given his condition.

Big B:  It's just so awesome, I mean...

Nick:  Just shut up.

Big B is so excited that he clearly does not even hear his cousin as he continues on.

Big B:  Synn must really be doing a great job to get me this, he's the best!

Nick suddenly stops in his tracks as he spins back around and gives an angry stare to his own agent, Jimmy Money.  Jimmy stops in his tracks as he realizes what's going on and quickly turns his attention to Big B.

Jimmy:  Didn't you hear, Nicky?  You gotta shut up, baby!

Big B seems confused, but simply gives a shrug and nod anyway.

Big B:  Um... ok, whatever you say.

Big B is quick to continue on, rather excitedly, as everyone else in the group seems to be in various stages of awkwardness, while they all follow behind B and the scene slowly fades out.

 The scene opens up backstage not long after last week's episode of Climax Control, just outside of the office of SCW Co-Owner "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward.  After a few moments, the door to his office opens and out steps Mark's long time friend and SCW Superstar, Nick Jones.  As Nick steps outside, he is smiling from ear to ear and seems to be in a far better mood than anyone would expect, especially given the results of his match earlier that night.  As he starts to head down the hall, he comes across his girlfriend, Diana Roberts, who quickly comes up to Nick.

Diana:  I've been looking all over for you, where the hell have you been?

Diana stops and before Nick can even respond, the expression on her face changes to one of confusion as she notices the big smile on Nick's face and cannot help but inquire about it.

Diana:  So what's with the shit-eating grin?

Nick raises an eyebrow as he doesn't seem to quite get what Diana is getting at.

Nick:  What, a guy can't be happy?

Diana:  Of course, but let's be honest, this is you we're talking about.

Nick:  Yeah, well when you're this damn good, it's easy to be thrilled just to be me.

Diana:  Nothing wrong with that, but I didn't exactly expect you to be in such an upbeat mood given how tonight went.

Nick:  What?  Why's that?

Diana:  Maybe I should know better than to ask abut this, but you do realize that you lost your match tonight, right?

Nick simply rolls his eyes as he shakes his head and giving a bit of a scoff.

Nick:  No, no... you've got that all wrong.  It was that no-talent Jersey douche Giani who lost that match, NOT me.

Diana:  Fair enough.  But I figured that would still be enough to have you in a less than happy mood.

Nick:  On any other day you might be right, but I just got some very good news, not just me, but for the entirety of Sin City Wrestling and all of its fans.  You see, it has taken long enough, WAY too damn long if we're being honest, but soon enough, all will finally be right in the company again.

Diana:  Why, what happened?

Nick:  Well based on a conversation I just had with my little limey friend, I just found out that come this time next week, you will be looking at the man who will rightfully have HIS title returned to him for the record-breaking THIRD time, as I will once again be your SCW Heavyweight Champion!

Diana seems to be taken back by that, as she seems to not quite believe what she is hearing.

Diana:  Wait... what?!?  What are you talking about?  I mean, that's great, but... how?

Nick:  After months and months AND MONTHS of injustice, of being wronged, of being flat out SCREWED, all of the wrongs are finally being righted.  After all of this time, I am my long-awaited rematch, as I'll be going up against that little shit-stain Goth in a match for MY title!

Diana:  Wow, I can't believe it.  And it's just going to be happening on next week's Climax Control?

Nick:  Well that stupid shore-trash technically already has the title shot locked up for the next supercard, but you know for shit-sure they can't possibly bare the idea of the headline match being such low-end garbage as Giani versus Goth.  I mean, after all, they actually want people to show up to the damn event.  So that's where I step in.  I get into that ring next week, I beat Goth's sorry ass, regain my title and boom, just like that, the supercard will be headlined by the biggest draw the wrestling business has ever known.  Sure, it may seem like a bit of a waste to have me regain my glorious title on a regular weekly show, but SCW is smart enough to be looking at the big picture here, and they know damn well that the sooner the title returns to its rightful place, the better it is for everyone.

Diana:  I guess that all makes sense.

Nick:  You guess?!?  What the hell kind of response is that.  It doesn't just make sense, it is utter brilliance.  Everyone can see full well that this company has been falling apart without me leading the way.  What was once the greatest championship in all of the wrestling world has now become some second-rate toy held by a bunch of complete chumps.  Goth is just the latest in a long line of undeserving jackasses to get to hold that belt without ever actually earning it, without having to beat anyone with real talent in order to get it.  Well next Sunday, that all changes.  Next Sunday, I will remind everyone what a REAL champion is all about, because when all is said and done, I will have beaten Goth's sorry ass not once, but TWICE in that ring and reminded everyone what the hell SCW is really all about.

Diana:  Beat Goth twice?  What are you talking about?

Nick:  Oh, didn't I mention?  There's an interesting little twist to this match, as it will be a two-out-of-three falls match.

Diana:  That seems a little unnecessary don't you think?  I mean, why should you have to beat that guy twice when only now finally just getting your match?

Nick:  Unnecessary?  Yes.  But in the end it won't make one damn bit of difference.  It doesn't matter how many falls they want to make it, I assure you that when all is said and done, I will still be walking out of that ring with the belt back around my waist.  The truth is that it won't even really be two out of three, it will simply be a two falls match, because there's no chance it even makes it to a third fall.  I'll beat Goth's ass once, and then do it immediately after for a second time before he even knows what hit him, and the match will be over just like that.

Nick snaps his fingers to emphasize his point as Diana simply nods along.

Diana:  I guess that sounds like quite the plan.  You have this all figured out, huh?

Nick:  Oh, I've had this all figured out for a long ass time.  It's just been for too long that these nobodies have been too scared of the impact that my dominance over this roster was having, and would have once again.  So they kept me from ever getting the shot that was rightfully mine, but they've finally pulled their heads out of their asses and now it finally all comes together.  Forget all of that bullshit about bragging, being cocky or even the best, there's only one thing that matters now... being the champion.  And in one week, that's exactly what I'll be, damnit!

The smile on Nick's face grows again as he gives Diana a quick smack on her bottom, which seems to make her quite happy.  He then quickly takes her by the arm and leads her off out of the camera shot as the scene fades.

 The scene opens up at the Los Angeles home of SCW superstar Nick Jones, just days after SCW's latest supercard event, High Stakes III.  The scene shows the main entry foyer of the home, focused on the front door just as it opens and the home's owner, Nick, comes stepping inside.  Nick stops as soon as he steps in and drops his bag down next to the front door and lets out a deep sigh of relief.


Nick:  Ah, it is good to be home.

Nick has a rare genuine smile appear across his face as he looks around for a few moments.  Nick then goes to bend back down to grab his back, but as he is reaching for it, he suddenly stops as there a creaking noise that can be heard coming from upstairs.  Nick listens a little closer and it suddenly becomes rather apparent that it is the sound of footsteps, as someone seems to be in the house and getting closer and closer to where Nick is standing.  Nick quickly whips around, ignoring his bag, and instead focusing his attention straight up the steps where the sound is coming from.  Just then, a familiar face appears from around the corner as coming down the upstairs hallway and turning to go down the stairs is Nick's own cousin, Bernard "Big B" Jones.  Big B has his arms filled with stuff which he seems to be focused on not dropping as he slowly makes his way down the stairs, initially not even noticing Nick standing there.  Big B then looks up and notices Nick and is startled, jumping back a bit before coming to a stop on his trip down the steps and in the process nearly dropping everything he was holding.  Nick, meanwhile, stares up at his cousin with that previous smile gone and a look of nothing but anger across his face.

Nick:  You!

Big B:  Listen cuz, I can explain...

Nick:  YOU!!!  What the hell do you think you are doing in MY home?!?

Big B:  There's a perfectly reasonable explanation.  It's just that...

Nick:  Reasonable?!?  There is absolutely nothing reasonable about a damn thing you say or do.  You are a complete dipshit, always have been and always will be, but this is a whole new level of dumb even for your stupid ass.

Big B:  If you'd just listen...

Nick:  Listen to what?!?  You try to explain what the hell you're doing in the home of someone who has made it clear that he never wants to see your big, stupid, oafish ass ever again?

Big B:  I didn't expect you to see me!  You weren't supposed to be back for another day or so!  I still had some stuff here, and I just wanted to grab it while you weren't around is all.  That's it, I swear!

Nick:  Don't give me that bullshit song and dance.  Every damn thing in this house is mine and you don't have any right to any of it!  Just because my money got spent on shit that your stupid ass kept using doesn't mean you get to come here and steal it from me.

Big B:  I'm not stealing anything!  Really!

Nick:  Oh yeah, because I should really take the word of some back-stabbing son of a bitch who broke into my house.

Big B:  I didn't break in either!

Nick suddenly stops and seems to be thinking something over, as the expression on his face quickly changes as he seems to come to a realization, and becomes even more angry in the process.

Nick:  What one damn second.  How the hell did you get into my house anyway?

Big B seems to be left somewhat speechless, clearly not quite sure what to say and Nick cannot be bothered to wait for an answer as he quickly snaps at B again.

Nick:  Do YOU still have a key to MY house?!?

Big B:  Please, just let me explain!

Nick has clearly heard enough, as he does not even bother to let his cousin get another word out before he goes charging in on the attack.  However, before Nick can get very far, the front door right beside him has opened back up and stepping in are Diana, Tony, Jimmy and Max.  While Diana, Jimmy and Max are quick to jump back as they see Nick charging in, Tony moves right in and gets himself involved, holding Nick back for a moment as he seems to try to calm him down.  At the same time, he looks over in Big B's direction and addresses him.

Tony:  Wha' da frig is goin' on here, huh?

Big B:  Hi Tone, listen, this is all a big understanding.

Nick:  No, let me tell you what is really going on here.  This big stupid son of a bitch is breaking into my house and trying to steal my shit, that's what's going on!

Big B:  It's not like that, you see...

Tony:  Are yous friggin' kiddin' me wit' dis?  I t'ink yous just need to shut ya mout' and get da hell out of here.

Big B:  But...

Tony:  NOW!

Big B:  I still have more of my stuff that I need to grab though.

Tony:  Listen ya mook, what it is you ain't understandin'?  Yous betta' get outta' here before I's let dis guy...

Tony motions over towards Nick.

Tony:  ... loose and let him have his way witchu.  Den I'ms gonna kick yo ass, AGAIn, once he's done.  Capiche?

Big B:  Alright, alright.  I'm going!

Big B then quick scrambles down the steps and towards the front door, with the entire group of Nick and his entourage staring B down the entire time.  Nick allows himself to be held back by Tony, not really struggling by glaring at his cousin all along.  Big slowly manages to make his way through the group of people to the door and as he steps out, Nick spits at him, but manages to miss as Big B quickly goes scrambling off out of sight.  Nick then slams the door shut and everyone looks about ready to say something, but none of them get a word in before Nick quickly grabs his backs and goes storming up the steps as the scene fades.

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The scene opens back up just under two weeks later, on October 26th, the Saturday before both the upcoming episode of Climax Control, as well as Halloween.  As such, the scene shows a bar somewhere in Las Vegas where there is a very serious Halloween party in full action, as the establishment is completely packed with people, and everyone is all dressed up for Halloween.  The scene pans around to show the crowd and in the process, manages to pick up that among those there at the party are Nick Jones and his entire entourage.  While Diana, Tony, Max and Jimmy are dressed up in a variety of different costumes, Nick seems to be dressed no differently than any other day of his life, and Diana seems to be addressing that exact point with him.

Diana:  I know before you said you didn't care what anyone else thought, but given all the crap you have gotten tonight, are you starting to regret not dressing up?

Nick:  Why would it be a problem that I'm not dressed up as something different?  I'm already dressed up as the one and only thing I would rather be than anything else... myself.  

Diana:  That's an interesting point.  Although I will say, this most recent Nick is a pretty awesome one.  So much better since that stupid skank of a nurse finally got shit-canned.

Nick:  Glad to see you approve, but I think it's fair to say that I've always been pretty amazing.

Jimmy:  Come on, Nicky, baby... you can do better than that.  It's just about doing something different and having some fun with it, baby.

Nick:  Oh yeah, says the guy who dressed up as some sort of freakin' sanitation worker.  Why don't you go clean out my septic tank, huh?

Jimmy:  Come on baby, you know my costume's from the TV show Breaking Bad!

Nick:  Yeah, whatever.  You know, if you're going to be such a little bitch about it then fine, I'll come up with a costume for you.

Nick looks down and seems to prep himself for a second before then looking back up and starting to talk in an absolutely ridiculous and horribly fake accent that would seem to be meant to be british.

Nick:  Hey there mates!  How all you yankee doodle dandies doing?  I'm going to bugger off out of here and then go shag this lass!  Cheerio!

Nick chuckles to himself as the rest of the group seems to be somewhat nervous and a little shocked by Nick's act as he then goes to turn around and walk away, and quickly becomes aware of why his entourage is reacting that way as he nearly walks into his good British friend, "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward.  Nick seems a bit nervous and stutters over his words a little as he talks at Mark, who is simlpy glaring at Nick and looking rather displeased.

Nick:  Oh, um... hey limey.

HS:  Yeah... hey.

Nick:  Listen, about that whole thing.

HS:  Let me just stop you right there.

Nick stands there silently, waiting for what Mark has to say, as Mark glares at him rather angrily, staring without saying a word for a few moments, before a smile comes across his face.

HS:  It's just "yank"... you figure you'd know that by now.

Nick laughs and lets out a sigh of relief as Hot Stuff simply shakes his head at Nick and turns away.  Nick goes to say somethinig else but stops as he is suddenly distracted.  Nick notices a big guy across the room dressed in a Batman costume and he immediately makes a bee-line straight for him.  Nick then gets right up in the guys face and shoves him back.

Nick:  I know it's you, you big dumb shithead.  I told you I never wanted to see your stupid ass again, and you just didn't listen did you?  Well it's about time you learn to regret your idiocy.  So let's do this thing, right here, RIGHT NOW!

Nick then reaches up and pulls the mask off of the person, clearly expecting to see his cousin Big B, but instead it is simply some other random person.  Nick, who already had his arm pulled back and ready to swing, is hesitant upon seeing this and before he can react any further, the guy swings at Nick and cracks him right in the face!  Nick quickly swings back and before you know it the two have erupted into an all-out brawl.  A few of the other guys friends seem ready to help, but before they can even join in, Tony comes rushing over and gets into a fight with them as well.  This doesn't last very long, however, as the bar's security staff is quick to rush over and pull them all apart.  The security team then have three guys each grab both Tony and Nick and begin to drag them, despite their struggles, out to the front door and throw them out of the bar.  Another bouncer then walks up to Diana in this process.

Bouncer:  Listen, we know you were with those clowns, so we think it's best you leave.

Diana:  I don't know what you're talking about.  I have no idea who those two idiots are.  I'm with, um... him.

Diana looks around and as she says that, quickly pulls Max over to her side as she puts her arm around him and gives a smile to the bouncer.  The bouncer looks Diana up and down, and then Max, before turning back at her and shaking his head.

Bouncer:  Come on now, do you really expect me to believe that crap?

Diana:  No, I guess not.  Come on guys, lets go.

Diana waves over to Max and Jimmy and the three all turn and leave as the scene fades.

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The scene opens back up backstage at Climax Control where Nick Jones is standing by with Ms. Rocky Mountains.  Rocky goes to speak, but Nick cuts her off before she can get a word in.

Nick:  Listen Mams, I don't want to hear it from you tonight.  Hell, if you ditched the glasses and put on a big wig you'd be nothing more than another one of that stupid Elvira broad.

RM:  Hey, I'm not that old!

Nick:  Really?  I hadn't noticed.  Whatever.  Anyone, let's just cut the chase here.  I told you all I would whoop Tom Dudely's stupid ass and that's exactly what I did.  Now Kain, Simon Jones and Giana Di Luca are the next three idiots who have the unfortunate fate of being in my way.  Tout them all you want, compared to me we all know what a bunch of nobodies they are.  Kain and Giani's so-called title reigns were complete and utter jokes.  I mean, they couldn't even retain such second rate titles against second rate competition, so how the hell are they supposed to measure up to a heavyweight champion?  Well I'll just tell you now, they can't.  So that just tells you, outside of yours truly, the only one who has accomplished anything in this match is Simon Jones and everyone knows that was a complete joke, which is only verified by the fact that he was the start of what was once pro wrestling's most coveted championship being turned into a game of hot potato.  Simon is the one responsible for ruining the name of the title which I made to be so great and famous, ultimately making the company the success this is. It's a joke that I have to fight against these three chumps to be #1 contender.  Let's not forget, I was never even given my championship rematch against Spike Staggs after that no-talent hack stole the title from me.  Not to mention, I should already have been the rightful champion for months now if this company wasn't run like such a joke.  But now suddenly I need to compete just to be given a shot at the title which by all right should already be mine?  If that's how this company wants to play it than so be it, they can do everything in their power to continue to rob me of what is rightfully mine, but it can only last so long.  Everyone knows that I am better than every last wrestler who has ever stepped foot inside of an SCW ring, or even will in the future.  Some stupid ass halloween-themed matches won't change that.  It doesn't make a damn bit of difference, and in the end, no matter how they waste my time in the match, the best man will still win and it is quite clear that the best man in this match, and it's not even close, is yours truly.  And to remind you all one last time, it's not braggin' if you back it up, because Miss Elvira-wannabe... don't forget that I'm not cocky, I'm just the best.

Nick then shoves the microphone away and storms off as the scene fades.

 The scene opens up in a hotel room at the Morningstar Beach Resort in St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands.   Inside of the room, the lights are almost completely dark as the lights are off, with it only being barely lit up by the screen of a laptop.  The laptop is sitting on top of the lap of the one and only Nick Jones, who is sitting on the bed, leaning back on a stack of pillows that are up against the wall as he stares intently at the monitor in front of him while wearing a set of headphones that are hooked up to the laptop.  As the camera mans around and the laptop screen comes into view, it quickly becomes apparent that the match that Nick is watching is, interestingly enough, last week's main event of new SCW Heavyweight Championship Goth's title victory over the man who had defeated Nick and 4 other men just two weeks earlier, Kevin Carter.  As Nick continues to watch on, he can barely be overheard mumbling to himself as he sees some of what is going on in the match.

Nick:  Un-freakin-believable.

Nick shakes his head in seeming disgust as he keeps his eyes locked onto the screen at all times.  A few moments later, the locks on the hotel room door can be heard unlatching and a moment later, the door opens and light comes pouring into the room from the hallway.  Nick seems to be temporarily blinded by the light, and looks towards it for a moment with a squint, but chooses not to even say a word as he turns his attention back to the computer after just a couple of seconds.  As the camera eventually adjusts to the quick burst of light, it becomes that the shadowy figure is none other than Nick's girlfriend, Diana Roberts.  Diana looks around in a bit of a confusion as she seems perplexed not only by Nick's activity, or lack thereof, as well as the entire circumstance of their hotel room.  She shoots a look in Nick's direction as she speaks.

Diana:  Um, what the hell is going on in here?

Nick does not given any sort of reaction at all, not even the slightest movement of his head or eyes from their reestablished place intently focused on the video playing on his laptop, as he does not even acknowledge that Diana has spoken.  Diana simply rolls here eyes at this and goes to hit the light switch for the room, but stops herself just before doing so.  Diana then closes the door behind her, causing darkness to take over again, before walking across to the far side of the room and then quickly pulling the blinds open, causing more light to come pouring in than ever before and, somewhat surprisingly, showing it to be a gorgeous day out as the sun is brightly shining over the amazing view from their hotel of the beach and ocean.  She turns back to Nick, who seems to be squinting a bit again from the additional light, but is still not pulled away from what he is watching.  Diana cannot help but chuckle as she speaks to Nick again.

Diana:  Nice to see you're really taking advantage of the great day and the awesome view we have.

Diana looks to Nick for some sort of reaction, but gets absolutely none.

Diana:  So are you ever going to get off of your ass and come join the rest of us for a few drinks and some sun out on the beach, or what?

Nick still shows absolutely no signs of even being aware of Diana, causing her to clearly start to get more upset.  She then seems to suddenly come to a realization as it appears, for the first time, she has become aware of the earphones Nick has in and hooked up to the laptop.  Diana walks over next to the bed, leans over and yanks the earphones straight out of Nick's ears, which brings a bit of an annoyed look to his face, but still doesn't manage to draw his eyes away from the computer monitor.

Diana:  Hey you!  I'm talking to you over here!

Nick lets out a deep sigh and then hits the pause button for the video playing on his laptop before rolling his eyes and then moving his attention over towards Diana, speaking to her with a rather annoyed tone to his voice.

Nick:  Can I help you?

Diana:  Yes, you can!  You've been in a crabby ass mood every day since Summer XXXTreme.  It's an amazingly gorgeous day out and we've got a great beach at our disposal, so how about you take the stick out of your ass and come enjoy some time with your girlfriend for a change.

Nick:  I really don't have time for that crap right now.

Diana:  Oh, give me a break.  You were like this all last week in Aruba too and I let it go simply because I knew you were all upset about your little title match, but it's time to get over it already.

Nick seems to peak up a bit, but not in a good way, as anger is clearly starting to seep through as Diana has seemed to have pushed a button with him.

Nick:  Little???  LITTLE?!? It's the damn for the, no no, not even "the"... it's MY SCW Heavyweight Championship.  There is absolutely not a single damn thing "little" about that match.  Need I remind you, it's a match that by every damn right I won, too!

Diana:  That's great and all, but in the end you didn't win.  Sure it sucks, and I understand you being upset, but that's what happened.  There's nothing you can change about that now.  I especially don't know what you think watching some match you weren't even a part of, that saw the guy who won that match lose the title is going to do.

Nick:  What that match does is proves to absolutely everyone, beyond any doubt, exactly what I already knew, that I by all rights won that damn match myself.

Diana:  Maybe you're right, but sitting here and getting yourself more and more pissed off about it isn't going to help a damn thing!

Nick:  Maybe???  MAYBE?!?  No, without a damn question I AM right!  The fact that this was allowed to happen is a complete joke.  It shows that the entire SCW, from the very top to the absolute bottom is a complete joke.  This isn't some stupid pointless joke that should be tossed about from one loser to another for shits and giggles.  Ever since the title left Jordan's waist all that has happened is the value of that belt has been dragged further and further down the shitter, dragging this company's name through the mud with it and diminishing what those of us REAL CHAMPIONS did to make this company, and that belt, everything that it is.

Diana:  Well here's a freakin' idea, then stop your damn whining and do something about it!

Nick:  What the hell do you think I'm sitting here thinking about?  Thinking about how I can make sure all of this is made right again.  It's clearly up to me to save this entire company from the complete jokes like the three different Heavyweight Champions who have somehow managed to hold that title in the past three freakin' weeks.

Diana:  Fine, fine... I get it.  Well none of this is going to do a damn thing.  Just wait for your next title shot and get the damn belt back.  Who gives a crap if you don't get to face the go who you claim supposedly stole the title from you.  Just face and beat that new loser, what's the difference?

Nick:  Do you even listen to the pile of shit that comes out of your mouth?  I'm supposed to wait?  I should not have to wait for a single damn thing, I should be the CURRENT and REIGNING SCW Heavyweight Champion.  What the hell do you not understand about that?!?  I have every single damn reason to have a problem with not just one, but both of these nobodies tainting the championship which I and I only made one of the most highly sought after championships in the history of this entire business!  What I don't need is a title being considered a fraction of what I turned it into because of some nobody who managed to run away from Jordan with the title, a wannabe never-was who did nothing but stole MY championship victory, or a clown tag-teamer who somehow got first crack at a make-believe champion and proved to suck just slightly less than him.  I'm sick and tired of this shit, and I am NOT going to put up with it any longer!!

Diana:  FINE!  Then do whatever the hell you need to do, but cut the crap and start making everyone around you miserable in the process.  We're all sicked and tired of it, and we don't need to all be dealing with your constantly pissy attitude just because you didn't get your way.  If it's such a big deal to you, then stop sitting around and get your stupid little belt.

Nick's eyes go wide as his face turns red with anger and he actually starts to shake.  Nick then puts the laptop off to the side and stands up right in Diana's face, causing Diana to look a little concerned as she quickly takes a step back, just as Nick snaps at her.

Nick:  Excuse me?!?  WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!?

Nick grits his teeth as he balls his hands up and looks like he wants to lash out, but restrains himself from doing so.  He then turns away from Diana and starts looking around, suddenly opting to pick his laptop back up and then proceeds to take it and, with all of his might, heaves it straight into the wall, causing the laptop to go smashing into dozens of tiny little pieces and putting a huge dent in the wall.

Diana:  Oh my God!  What the hell is wrong with you?

Nick:  Oh, I don't know.  Maybe it has something to do with my supposed girlfriend giving me shit about every damn thing I say and do.  Trust me, you should be happy that I only decided to break the freakin' laptop!

Diana:  Don't start with this crap again.

Nick:  What crap?  The "crap" about how you clearly don't have a friggin' clue about a single damn thing that's important to me?  You have NO IDEA what this is all truly about, so how about instead of bitching and moaning at me non-stop, you try to shut your friggin' mouth for a damn change?  You can never, and will never understand what this all means.  Then again, I guess I shouldn't expect some little bitch who has done nothing with her entire life but leach off of the success of others to actually know what it's like to accomplish something.

Diana looks completely taken back by that last comment, and looks as if she's about to respond but is left somewhat speechless.  Before she is about to respond, Nick doesn't bother to wait as he turns, heads towards the door to the hotel and then leaves, slamming the door extremely hard behind him to the point that it causes a picture to fall off of the wall.  The look on Diana's face changes from shock to anger as she stares at the now closed door, steaming about the exchange that just took place.

Diana:  What an asshole.

Diana then kicks the pile of broken pieces from the laptop laying on the floor in frustration before sitting down on the edge of the bed and crossing her arms across her chest with her back towards the hotel room door.  A moment later the hotel room door opens back up, causing Diana to immediately spin around as she sees Nick standing in the doorway.  The two stare at each other for a while, with neither saying a word before Nick's eyes move to the top of the dresser right by the door and he grabs his cell phone off of it.  As Diana realizes the reason for Nick's return, she seems to become ever more upset as she gets up from her seat on the end of the bet and heads straight towards the bathroom, going in and slamming the door shut behind her.  Nick then turns and walks back out of the hotel room and slams the door once again in the process as the scene cuts away.

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The scene opens up over at a poolside bar just off the beach at the Morningstar Beach Resort.  The shot slowly pans all around the full circle bar, which shows a number of gorgeous women in bathing suits, along with all of the men who are desperately trying to hit on them.  Meanwhile, as we continue to move around, we come to one side of the bar which is almost completely unoccupied, as it sits entirely in the shade and on the furthest side from the beach.  There is one individual seated there however, and it is none other than Nick Jones, who has the same annoyed look that he has been wearing over the past few weeks ever since Summer XXXTreme, and is decidely worse than even his typical attitude.  As Nick sits there, drinking away at the beer in front of him, he continues to stare straight forward, seemingly into nothingness.  With the shot focused in firmly on Nick, it cannot be seen who it is, but it is rather apparent by the background noises and the shadow of a figure that someone has taken a seat next to Nick.  Nick seems to suddenly snap out of it as this happens, but simply rolls his eyes and lets out a deep sigh.

Nick:  What the hell do you want now?

Voice:  Sorry boss, just felt likes grabbin' a drink wit' yas.

Nick seems caught off guard by the sound of the voice as he turns to the person now sitting to his right just as the camera pans out to show the person to be none other than Nick's own personal bodyguard, Tony Capicelli.

Nick:  Oh... yeah, um... sure.  I thought you were... whatever, just someone else.  Forget I said anything.

Tony:  Whateva' yous say, boss.

Tony says nothing further as his attention is diverted by the bartender who walks back over towards the two upon seeing Tony sit down.  Before the bartender can even ask, Tony is quick to put in his order.

Tony:  Gimme a beer.

The bartender nods and Tony immediately throws his room key down on the bar, indicating he'll be charging it to the room.  The bartender takes the key and walks off as Tony turns back to Nick.

Tony:  So, um... how's it goin' boss?

Nick turns back towards Tony and raises an eyebrow as he gives him a bit of an annoyed look.

Nick:  How the hell do you think?

Tony:  Yeah, dats what I figu'ed.  Lis'en, yous and I, pretty much everybody friggin' else, we's all know dat yous should be champ.  Yous gonna make dat right real quick, so don't be worryin' 'bout nuttin.  Dat shit's gonna get fixed real soon, 'cuz it sure as hell better.

Nick:  At least you seem to understand where I'm coming from.  Too bad that's not the only bullshit I've got to deal with these days.

Tony:  Yous got more stuff goin' on wit' you and D?

Nick looks completely shocked by Tony as he asks that question, and turns to Tony with a bit of confusion.

Nick:  Since when the hell do you ever ask me anything about Diana or our relationship?

Tony:  Well... neva'.

Nick:  Exactly, it's one thing to have those two nosy little women in Jimmy and Max always nagging me about stuff, but I never expected it from you.  We never talk about person stuff.

Tony:  Yeah, cuz I always figure it ain't none of my friggin' business.  If yous wanted to talk about it, yous could bring it up.  Plus I figure dose two are such a pain in ya ass yous ain't need me joining in.  But let's be friggin' honest here, dose two ain't know nuttin' about women.

Nick:  That's for shit sure.

Tony:  Yeah.  So I figure, yous got stuff going on, I'm here to help da boss out, so I might as well ask.

Nick:  Sounds great, but this isn't some stupid ass therapy session, alright?  The answer is I've got more important matters to worry about, yet I've still got to deal with her being perpetually up my ass.  That's bad enough on its own, I really don't need to be sitting here and thinking about it even more than I already am by talking to you about it like we're a bunch of old ladies in some sorry ass sewing circle.  So let's just move on and drink our damn beers, alright?

Nick motions over towards the beer that has just been placed down in front of Tony by the bartender, and Tony quickly grabs it.  Tony raises his bottle to cheers to Nick, which Nick responds by rolling his eyes before slightly tipping his bottle in that direction before going back to drinking the beer.  The two drink in silence for a moment before Tony decides to speak up again.

Tony:  A'ight, so I's got anotha' question for ya.  What's da deal wit' dis friggin match you's got on Sunday?

Nick:  Now that is a fantastic question, because I don't have a damn clue.  I got thrown into some completely bullshit second-rate match with some third-rate clown I've never even heard of before.  It's hardly even worth it for me to bother to show up.

Tony:  Yeah, but you might as well.  If nutin' else, it gives you somebody to have a fun time beatin' da crap out of to let out some of dat pent up aggression.

Nick cannot help but chuckle at that last comment from Tony, bringing the rarest of slight smiles to his face in the process.

Nick:  I suppose that's a valid point.

The more pleasant nature of Nick doens't last long however, as the scowl quickly returns to his face.

Nick:  Of course the fact that I'm even in the situation to be scrounging the bottom of the barrel against a complete nobody like this is an absolute embarrassment.

Tony:  Who da hell is he?

Nick:  Apparently his name is Damien Kingston.  I don't know, don't ask me, I had to reread the damn card like 10 times to remember it and still had no idea who the hell he was.  Get this though, he's some newbie who's been rambling on about being undefeated and all sorts of crap like that, but the guy has had TWO damn matches.  So this guy is rambling on about how freakin' great he thinks he is, and meanwhile he's hardly even wrestled in SCW and sure as hell hasn't faced a single person that's worth a damn.  People are supposed to be impressed by this?  I mean sure, given some of the absolute losers in this company, I guess two wins is better than some of these clowns can scrounge up in their entire careers.  The only problem for him is that, as impressed with himself as he may be, he can feel free to keep rambling on for these next couple of days about how great he supposedly is, and he better get while the getting is good, because it's all about to come crashing down around him.  So, come Sunday, his little stretch of so-called...

Nick raises his hands in the air and does quotes with his fingers as he speaks in an extremely snide and sarcastic tone.

Nick: ... "glory" is all about to come to a very quick and very very painful end.

Tony:  Sound like either dis clown ain't know what he's really gots to face in SCW.

Nick:  I'd imagine not, or he'd probably already be running scared by now.

Tony:  Yeah, either dat or he figured he'd ride da wave of wins against da otha' losers around here for a while before gettin' his ass beat by a real wrestler.

Nick:  If that's the case, he should have just retired after his last match, because he's completely screwed now.

Tony:  You ain't kiddin'.

At that point, Nick finishes off his beer and puts the empty bottle back down on the bar.  The bartender starts to walk back towards Nick, but Nick waves him off as he stands up from his bar stool.  Tony seems a bit surprised as Nick appears to be leaving.

Tony:  You's ain't getting another beer boss?

Nick:  Nope.

Tony seems to wait for more of a response out of that from Nick, but Nick clearly has no interest in saying any more than that.

Tony:  Oh... you's gonna go get ready for your match or somet'in'?

Nick:  No, I just want to be alone for a damn change.

And without another word or giving Tony a chance to respond, Nick turns and walks away.  Tony seems a bit caught off guard by that, as Nick's poor attitude has gotten to the point of even causing him to take an attitude with Tony.  Tony watches leave for a little bit before simply shrugging and turning back to his beer as the scene fades.

 Sunday, June 23th, 2013

The scene opens up backstage at the RIMAC Arena in San Diego, California, less than an hour after SCW Into the Void II has gone off the air, with Hot Stuff Mark Ward and Christian Underwood emerging victorious in the Brawl for it All and in the process, regaining control of Sin City Wrestling.  The scene shows the office of Hot Stuff Mark Ward and after a few seconds, Mark emerges from the bathroom in his office, clearly emerging from the shower as he is toweling off his hair as he has changed into regular street clothes.  Mark is also wearing a smile from ear to ear as he is clearly quite satisfied with the outcome of the evening's event.  However, Mark suddenly stops in his tracks as he is caught off guard by the fact that sitting on the far side of his office on the couch is none other than Nick Jones, his apparent friend and ally, who is already changed into a suit and has his feet up on the coffee table and a big smirk on his face.  Mark opens his mouth and goes to say something but before he can, Nick beats him to the punch.

Nick:  You're welcome, limey.

Mark looks a little confused and raises a bit of an eyebrow at Nick because of it.

HS:  Say what, yank?

Nick:  I figured I'd save you the trouble.  I know you were able to go on a long diatribe thanking me oh so much.  And while I have certainly deserve it, I thought I'd do you a favor and just let you know that you're welcome.

HS:  Ah, is that so?

Nick:  Yeah, we are friends after all, so there's no need for me to embarrass you like that by letting you by this emotional sobbing mess, praising me for all I have done for you.

HS:  That's quite an interesting theory you've got there.  How do you know I wasn't just about to ask you what the hell you were doing here?

Nick gives a little chuckle and shakes his head at Mark.

Nick:  See?  This is what I'm talking about.  I know what your pride is like, so I get how hard all of this is for you, which is why I'm saving you the trouble.  I know how much you owe me, you know how much you owe me;  let's just accept that and move on, knowing that you're thankful and I've said your welcome for me getting you control of your company back.

Hot Stuff rolls his eyes at Nick's comments, but decides to give Nick what he wants to hear in hopes of ending this line of conversation.

HS:  Yeah, sure.  Thanks for all of that.  Let's just move on, shall we?

Nick:  Of course, I have wanted to move on from this all along, which is why I so quickly said "you're welcome".  It seems like you're the one who can't move past it, not that I can blame you given how I single-handedly changed the entire fate of this company, but it's ok man, we're good.

HS:  Of course, because I obviously sat around picking my nose over the course of these months and didn't do anything to make this all happen.  What would I ever do without you?

Mark clearly has an annoyed tone in his voice as his comments are dripping with sarcasm, but Nick, still obviously very proud of himself, seems oblivious to it all.

Nick:  That's what friends are for, right?  I mean, when you know something is important to a friend, and you can help them out in ways that they can't handle to do for themselves, that's when it's time to step up and do what you can to lift them up, and carry them up to your level.

The expression on Mark's face changes to a complete scowl as Mark is sitting back and not bothering to look over at his friend to even notice.  The sarcasm in Mark's voice gets only stronger as he continues.

HS:  Oh yeah, I only wish I had ever reached your level of greatness in my career

Nick:  Exactly!

Immediately after Nick makes his comment, the expression on his face quickly changes as he suddenly seems to come to a realization of the tones and expressions coming from Mark.  Nick immediately puts his feet down and sits up on the couch, glaring at his friend suspiciously in the process.

Nick:  Wait a second, what the hell are you saying here?

HS:  Oh, I don't know, that maybe it wasn't all the magical powers of Nick Jones that took care of all of this.

Nick:  So what, now all of a sudden everything I did is meaningless?

HS:  No, of course not.  I'm just saying, neither is everything I did.  Let me remind you, I was dealing with those whole mess long before you agreed to help me out.  And hey, I'll give you credit, you were a big help, but in the end that's what it was, a HELP.

Nick:  Alright fine, I guess that's fair enough.  Just don't forget how big of a help I mean.  Hell, I sure as hell was a bigger help than that useless so-called "co-owner" of yours.

Hot Stuff seems to hesitate and think that statement over for a moment before speaking.

HS:  Well...

Nick does not even bother to allow Mark to expression his opinions on that matter before continuing on.

Nick:  The guy was basically invisible, off somewhere twiddling his thumbs while I was turning the tide of this entire war.

HS:  I'm not sure that's exactly...

Nick:  I mean seriously, where the hell was he?  Nowhere be seen until he finally shows up to dance around in his pink getup at the supercard only to watch you and I earn the victory for him.

HS:  He did get the pin you know.

Nick twirls a finger in the air as he rolls his eyes.

Nick:  Whoop-dee-friggin-doo.  He got a pin because you allowed him to and I earned it for him.  I'm the one who laid out Tom Dudely for him to be able to get that pin, and I'm the one who stopped Erik Staggs from what would have ultimately been him easily breaking that pin up.  Christian was just there for the cleanup of a job that had already been taken care of.  He was nothing more than some random guy standing in the right place at the right time.

Hot Stuff goes to interject, but before he can even get a word out, Nick continues on as he seems to be getting himself riled up more and more the longer he talks, getting louder and having more attitude in his statements.

Nick:  I mean hell, given how little Christian contributed, he doesn't even deserve to be the half owner of the company.  That fifty percent of SCW should by all rights be going to someone more deserving than his sorry ass.  Let this company be run by someone who truly DESERVES to be running it!

Mark's demeanor seems to change a bit at this thought, as he thinks it over while nodding along a bit in the process.

HS:  I'll tell you what, while I'm not sure I'm with you 100% on your thought about Christian, I'm not sure I'd really disagree with you there.  You do make a very interesting point there.

Nick:  Thank you, exactly!  Think about how much better things would be around here.

HS:  If nothing else, it sure would be a nice experience to actually be the full, complete, sole owner of SCW for a change.  Would certainly avoid some of the other problems we've had in the past couple of years.

The expression on Nick's face quickly changes as he looks over at Hot Stuff as he's completely insane.

Nick:  Wait... what?!?  Who the hell said a damn thing about you being the complete owner?

HS:  Um... you?

Nick:  The hell I did!

HS:  You said Christian's share of the company should have gone to a truly deserving owner.  Who the hell else who could you have been talking about?

Nick:  What kind of question is that?  Isn't it perfectly obvious?  How about the one guy who is more responsible for the ownership of SCW being returned to the two of you to begin with; yours truly, the man who should be labeled as SCW CO-OWNER Nick Jones.

HS:  Seriously?  You're just messing with me, right?

Nick:  Of course I'm serious.  No offense limey, and nothing against you, but you've shown time and again that you can't handle things on your own around here.  Hell,l that's why you needed to come to me to begin with.  So I think it should be obvious that the most proper way to handle this situation would be to award the portion of the company that for some reason is supposed to be Christian's to a guy who has, you know, actually earned it.

HS:  I hate to break it to you Nick, but you're not exactly ownership material.  There's a big difference in helping us win a match and being capable of running the show.

Nick:  Who are you kidding?  I've been helping you keep things running around here since the day I showed up in SCW.  There's a reason I cleaned up at the SCW awards last year, and that's because this entire company revolved around me.  Let's be honest, you've always needed my help, so it just makes perfect sense.  The two of us as co-owners would be a natural fit, and then SCW would actually finally be properly run for a change.

HS:  That's quite the theory you've got there, yank.

Nick:  You know I'm right.

HS:  Whatever you say.  Listen, not that this conversation hasn't been fun, but I've got some things I need to take care of.

Nick:  Fine.  Do whatever you've got to do.

Nick sits back on the couch and puts his feet back up, as Mark just stands there, glaring at Nick.  As Nick continues to sit there and doesn't bother to go anywhere, Mark starts to stare at Nick and motion his head over towards the door of his office.  Nick seems confused and not quite clear of what Mark is getting at, eventually asking.

Nick:  What?

Mark lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes as Nick's obliviousness.

HS:  Get the hell out.

Nick glares at Hot Stuff, but then sits up in the seat before slowly standing, his eyes never leaving Mark.  Nick then goes to walk to the door, but stops just as he is passing by Mark.

Nick:  Watch yourself or I might just have to lay you out with another Best of All, buddy.

Nick gets a big smile on his face while Mark gives a simple laugh in response.

HS:  Hate to break it to you, but I wouldn't actually LET you hit me with it this time, pal.

The two both laugh the comments off, showing the unique nature of their friendship seems to be back to always as the give a quick handshake before Nick turns and walks off.  Hot Stuff heads over to his desk as the scene cuts away.

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Monday, July 8th, 2013

The scene cuts to the Los Angeles home of Nick Jones, in which Nick is currently seated in his living room watching television, with Diana seated right next to him and Tony sitting over on the other couch.  As Nick flips through the channels, he suddenly comes across something that seems to make him quite happy.

Nick:  Free HBO?  Awesome!!

A big smile comes across Nick's face, until he notices that both Diana and Tony have turned and looked at him, and are each giving him strange looks after his last comment.

Nick:  What?!

Diana:  Seriously babe?  With this house and all of the money you've got, a free TV channel makes you that happy?

Tony:  Yeah, no offense boss, you's knows I ain't neva really disagrees wit' you... but come on.

Nick:  Hey, I don't care how much money you've got, free shit is still freakin' awesome!

The smile returns to Nick's face but doesn't last as the strange stares continue on from both Tony and Diana, causing a bit of a scowl to come across Nick's face.

Nick:  Oh, screw you guys!

Nick turns his attention back to the TV, looking a little annoyed as both Diana and Tony cannot help but laugh.  As Nick continues flipping through the TV channels, the attention of all three of them is quickly diverted as the doorbell is heard ringing.  Nick quickly mutes the TV and all three look towards the front door as soon as they hear it.

Nick:  Who the hell could that be?

Diana:  No clue.  Either of you order anything recently that might be getting delivered?

Nick:  Not me.

Tony:  Ain't me neither... don't worry boss, I'lls check it out.

Tony gets up from his seat and Nick simply shrugs his shoulder and turns his attention back to the TV, unmuting it as he goes back to flipping through the channels.  After a few minutes, Tony comes walking back in the room and upon hearing him come back, Nick doesn't even look away from the TV, but simply calls over to Tony.

Nick:  So what was that all about?

Tony:  Just a couple nobodies.  I couldn't gets rid of dem.  Whatdaya want mes ta do 'bout dese two?

A grin comes across Tony's face, as he is clearly amused by his own comments, while Nick seems perplexed and looks over to see two familiar faces walk into the room from behind Tony, as they are none other than Nick's personal account and agent, Max Goldstein and Jimmy Mason.  Nick chuckles at the sight of these two returning and quickly turns off the TV as he hops off his seat from the couch.

Nick:  Well, would you look what the cat dragged in.

Tony:  I ain't know if dey was dragged in by da cat, I t'ink dey are da cats.

Everyone turns and looks at Tony, all seeming rather confused by this comment.  A smirk comes across Tony's face before he follows up on his prior comments.

Tony:  'Cuz we knows dey is a couple friggin' pussies!

While Jimmy and Max say nothing, a big smile comes across Tony's face as both Nick and Diana get a good laugh out of his crack.  After a few seconds of laughter, Jimmy clearly forces a fake smile across his face as he nods his head and gives an awkward laugh before speaking with a nervous tone.

Jimmy:  I see what you did there Tony.  That was a good one, baby.

Jimmy then turns his attention towards Nick before continuing on.

Jimmy:  And it's so great to see you, Nicky.  It's been way too long.  Definitely missed you, baby.

Nick looks a little put off by Jimmy's blatant butt-kissing as he shoots him a bit of displeased look.

Nick:  Yeah, because it's not like you two were the ones who decided to go running off or anything, right?

Jimmy gives out a nervous laugh while Max gets his very common panicked reaction of heaving breathing and a look of fear across his face.

Max:  Oh gawd, I knew this was going to come up!  I really am sorry about that Nick, I really had no idea that this all part of some sort of big plan you had going on.

Nick:  Yeah, no kidding you didn't know anything about it.  That was kind of the whole point.

Jimmy:  And what an unbelievably amazing job you did with that!  I mean, I've never seen anyone so brilliantly trick absolutely everyone around him like you have.  The great job with your fantastic plan truly saved all of SCW, and it's reasons like this why I feel so amazingly honored to present a client as an incredible as you.

Nick looks absolutely disgusted by Jimmy's rambling on as he glares at him with disdain.

Nick:  Alright, enough!  Jeez, get it together man, you can go ahead and pull your lips off of my ass at any time.

Nick suddenly stops and thinks about what he just said when suddenly an evil smirk appears his face.

Nick:  Actually, you know what, that gives me quite the great idea.  You two really want to earn my forgiveness for bailing on me like that?

Max:  Of course.

Jimmy:  Absolutely, I would do anything you ask of me without question to prove to you that I truly am immeasurably sorry.

The smirk on Nick's face only grows as he hears Jimmy say that.

Nick:  I was hoping you would say that.  Well, in that case, to follow into the brilliant steps of one Vincent Kennedy McMahon, how about you two go ahead and get ready to get down on your knees and literally kiss my ass?

The eyes of Max and Jimmy both get wide as they hear Nick says this.

Max:  Oh gawd!  I don't know about that Nick!  I , I don't... it's just that...

Max starts to have a full-on panic attack, while Jimmy takes a big gulp before stepping forward towards Nick.

Jimmy:  Well, I told you I would do whatever it took, and I mean it, baby.

Jimmy moves in closer as Nick just stares at him without saying a word or showing any emotion.  Jimmy then very slowly gets down onto his knees as he gets close to Nick, at which point Nick looks right past Jimmy over towards Max.

Nick:  Chill the hell out, Max.  It was a freakin' joke.  Calm down.

Nick then looks down at Jimmy still down on his knees, looking absolutely disgusted with his agent.

Nick:  As for you... seriously?  What the hell is wrong with you?

Jimmy responds as he quickly scrambles back up to his feet.

Jimmy:  What?  I well, I knew it was a joke.  I was just... uh, I was just joking too.  Yeah, baby.

Tony:  Yeah right, buddy.  You's ain't foolin' nobody.  We's all know you's was really gonna kiss da bosses ass.

Diana:  Seriously, Jimmy, what is your problem?  I've seen some really sick, sad and pathetic things in my years around this business, but this might very well take the cake.

Max, who has finally caught his breath, cannot help but chime in as well.

Max:  Yeah, really.  Even I wasn't pathetic enough to be willing to do that!

The entire group cannot help but laugh at that comment, with the obvious exception of Jimmy, who is left absolutely speechless.

Nick:  Don't get me wrong, I've always known you were a complete kiss ass, but never in my wildest dreams could I have known it was true in every single sense of the phrase.  I was disgusted with myself just asking you to do it, and that's even despite the fact that it was a freakin' joke!

Diana:  This really is the lowest of the low.

Nick:  Yeah, I mean these two...

Before Nick can even finish, Max is quick to interject.

Max:  Hey, come on now... don't lump me in with him!

Nick gives a chuckle and puts his hand up in a bit of apology.

Nick:  Sorry about that, you're right.  Let me rephrase;  I mean this guy...

Nick points over to Jimmy.

Nick:  ... is almost as bad as that loser I'm facing this week.  What the hell is his name?

Nick looks around the room for someone to chime in, but is instead greeted with a series of shrugs from the group.  That is, until Jimmy looks down at the floor and quietly mumbles the answer under his breath, but too quietly for anyone to hear.  Nick hears that Jimmy said something, so looks over to him inquisitively.

Nick:  What the hell was that?

Jimmy looks up at Nick and speaks more clearly.

Jimmy:  His name is Drake Green, Nicky.

Nick:  Of course you would know.  Losers have to stand by each other, right?  But yeah, him.  I guess hanging around you again should get me used to the idea of being in the ring with that sorry sack of crap.  Think about it, you two compare rather favorably, although even you aren't quite that bad.  I mean you aren't AS sad pathetic and useless as him.  You're not even as much of a completely unknown nobody as he is, but that's really more just from being around me than anything else.  And in the end, there's one perfect comparison, come Sunday I will kick his ass and meanwhile you will continue to try to kiss my ass.

The rest of the group laughs at Jimmy's expense one more as he seems to become increasingly more uneasy.

Jimmy:  Uh huh... yeah... right.  Well you guys got me.  Good job, but let's talk about something else, alright baby?  Like when is Big B coming back, huh?

The demeanor in the room changes in an instant, as the laughter all dies down and serious looks come across the face of everyone, particularly Nick.  Jimmy, clearly not aware of the current situation, immediately realizes the poor reaction but is unsure of why.

Jimmy:  Um... what'd I say?

Nick:  What's going on is I don't want to talk about that stupid son of a bitch, alright?

Tony:  Yeah, dat big oaf ain't know what's good fer him, dats for friggin' sure.

Diana:  How about we give another topic change a try, huh?  What's the plan for this week guys?

This questions seems to suddenly perk Jimmy up, as he immediately goes back into his typical agent mode as soon as he hears it.

Jimmy:  I already got us all booked up, baby.  This week we've got you ready for a big press conference.  It's gonna be great, baby!

Nick:  A press conference?  Are you kidding me?!?  Why in the world would I possibly wnat to do that?!?

Jimmy:  No, no baby... you're looking at it all wrong.  You got me back in full action baby, and I'm gonna make sure you're getting lots of great publicity.  Look at everything that's gone on with you lately, we need to make sure you're getting all the press you deserve for it, baby.  You saved SCW, baby, and you need to be soaking in every last drop of credit you have earned for that.

Nick looks unconvinced, but before he can say anything, Diana chimes in.

Diana:  You know, he does actually have a pretty good point there.  It's not like the media around here is ever in a rush to give you the credit you deserve.  No better way to make sure you get it then going out there and making sure everyone knows exactly what you did.

Nick:  I don't know.  I guess I see what you're saying.

Jimmy:  Come on, baby, it'll be great.  You'll love it, I promise!

Nick:  Yeah, yeah... fine.  Whatever.  If it'll get you to leave me alone, I'll do the damn press conference.

Jimmy:  Great!  You won't regret it.  Looks like we're back in action baby.  Me and Maxy here just need to bring all of our stuff in now.

Jimmy and Max both wait, expecting to be joined by the others to be helped with their stuff, but Nick doesn't even acknowledge it and plops right back down into his seat on the couch.

Nick:  Yeah, have fun with that.

Jimmy and Max seem unsure of how to respond and instead turn towards Tony, who simply shrugs at the two of them.  Jimmy and Max then go to head out the door, clearly expecting Tony to join them, but he instead follows his bosses lead and goes right back to his prior seat on the couch and goes back to watching television as Nick turns it back on.  Jimmy and Max look back towards the group in shock, but are too scared to say anything as the two scrawniest members of the Entourage head back outside in order to attempt to get all of their stuff as the scene cuts away.

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Thursday, July 11th, 2013

The scene opens up inside of a press room somewhere in Reno, Nevada.  The room is filled with a variety of different reporters throughout, clearly waiting for someone to arrive.  A moment later, Nick Jones emerges from the back as he is guided up to the podium by his agent Jimmy.  Jimmy goes up to the microphone and is about to speak, most likely to introduce Nick, but Nick seems to have no interest in waiting, as he quickly pushes his agent aside and goes right up to the microphone himself.

Nick:  Alright, let's get this over with.  Who's got questions?

A whole roomful of hands shoot up into the air as Nick looks at the closest person and points to the man.

Nick:  You.  What do you want?

The man stands up from his seat before addressing Nick.

Reporter #1:  Hi Nick, I'm Bill from the wrestling website...

Nick doesn't wait for the man to finish, cutting him off mid-sentence.

Nick:  Let me just stop you right there.  I really couldn't give less of a crap what your name is or where you're from, so let me just tell you, and this goes for everyone else in the room as well; don't waste my time with that crap, just ask me whatever the hell you want to ask me.  Now what's your question?  Go.

Reporter #1:  Oh, um... ok.  Well I just wanted to know how you felt about the recent questions regarding your association with Team Erik.  Many out there seem to not believe your claims that this scenario was planned all along.

Nick:  What the hell kind of crap is that?  Why would anyone be so stupid to say that?

Reporter #1:  Well, many are pointing to things such as your attack on your friend Hot Stuff Mark Ward and hitting him with your Best of All finishing move, insisting that this is not something you two would have planned nor Mark would have agreed to.

Nick:  Let me tell you, those people are freakin' idiots.  Hello, that was the WHOLE FREAKIN' POINT!!  This just goes to prove how much smarter Mark and I are than all of you boobs.

Reporter #1:  What exactly do you mean by that?

Nick:  Oh boy, why am I not surprised.  If I came out and said "oh yeah, I'm not friends with Mark anymore, I'm on Erik Staggs' side", not a single damn person would have believed that crap.  Erik would have been up my ass the whole time and the second Mark knew a single thing that they had planned, all eyes would have been on me.  The point is that we had to take it to a level that nobody would ever believe that we would to make sure that nobody ever doubted me, and in the end, we were proven absolutely, undeniably correct.  The moment I put Hot Stuff down for the count, everyone became completely convinced every last bit of it was true.  Sure, it undoubtedly hurt Mark like a bitch, but he's not a pussy and in the end was willing to take the pain in order to do what he needed to do.  The fact some boobs out there are still questioning it only proves it further.  Alright, next question people!

Reporter #2:  Hi, my name is... never mind.  Anyway, to follow up on that same line of questioning, part of the reason some still doubt you is, why even do all of that to begin with?

Nick:  Why?  Seriously?!?  How about because my boy Mark is one wise man and knew that his best way to come out on top was to have me involved and even more importantly, in his corner.  When all was said and done, me taking Erik and his little cronies apart from the inside out was not only the most sure-fire way to put this all to an end, but to do it as quickly as possible.  What else have you guys got?

Reporter #3:  If you really were on the side of Team SCW, does that mean you are entitled to one of the dream matches?

Nick:  I sure as hell better be.  Just think about it for a second, I am literally THE whole reason, without any question, that the rest of these useless clowns are even getting their so-called...

Nick puts his fingers up to make air quotes.

Nick:  ... "dream matches" to begin with.  If these morons who didn't do anything and get one, how could I not?  Next?

Reporter #4:  Moving along from the past circumstances, what are your thoughts about this week's opponent?

Nick:  Oh, right... who the hell is that again?

Reporter #4:  That would be "Mr. Showtime" Drake Green.

Nick:  Mr. Showtime?  Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me.  Is he supposed to named after that garbage second-rate so-called "premium" channel?  Or maybe he's the bastard child of that awful Mr. Show with those two sorry-ass losers.  He'd probably be a great fit with those turds.  He doesn't seriously call himself this, does he?

Reporter #4:  He does, and also refers to himself as the Showstopper.

Nick:  Now THAT sounds like a far more appropriate and accurate assessment of what he really is.  I'm guessing every time he gets out in the ring or on camera, whatever show he is on comes to a screeching halt as everyone is left in under disbelief as to how completely awful Drake truly is.

Reporter #4:  Ok, but um... what about my initial question, as far as him as an opponent this week?  Are you actually aware of what he has done in SCW?

Nick:  Of course I am, I'm not idiot.  I know full well that last week that bum faced off against that 'tard Kevin Carter.  I have no doubt that Drake think that him picking up a wind over Carter somehow is some sort of big deal and actually means something.  I can assure you, it does not.  Let me remind all of you, and also Drake, that Carter was the loser that was originally supposed to be the big deal in Erik Staggs' corner.  Yet he never really did crap for Erik and instead Erik spent the entire time trying to recruit me.  What happened when Erik thought he finally had me on his side, he kicked Carter's sorry ass to the curb like that.

Nick snaps his fingers.

Nick:  Everyone knew that Carter was nothing compared to me, and this clown is going to learn that the hard way this Sunday.  While Carter tried to play it off as some other nonsense, the truth is Carter running off to Team SCW was nothing more than his petty jealousy towards the fact that I immediately became the top dog on Team Erik before I had done a damn thing, and Carter was suddenly an afterthought.  I mean hell, I did more for Team Erik, even as a freakin' mole, than Carter's useless ass ever did.  The point being, Drake has nothing to be proud of, and it won't mean a damn thing for him come Sunday.  The only thing Drake did last week was beat someone who's stardom is self-proclaimed and his so-called "championship" was self-proclaimed as well.

Reporter #5:  Well I have to ask, given the fact that you are also notorious for talking yourself up so much, what makes you think that you're so different from Kevin Carter?

Nick:  Oh, I don't know because maybe, just maybe, there's a difference between some no-talent loser making crap up about why he's so great, and the industries very best filling everyone in on facts about why he truly is the greatest.  What an amazingly concept, huh Einstein?

Reporter #5:  How exactly are what each of you say so different?

Nick:  Are you serious with this shit?  How about the fact that Carter's great claim to fame is going on about a title he never freakin' won.  Me on the other hand?  Well going back to the very beginning of my career, I was already the GXW X-Division champion shortly after I entered this business and went on to also become the GXW World Heavyweight Champion.  Fast forward to my team here and I don't think there's even a question about who has proved themselves to be the best around here.  You are currently looking at a TWO-TIME SCW Heavyweight Champion, the only two-time champion in the belt's history.  Not to mention the longest reigning champion in the championship's history as well.  That not enough for you?  How about the fact that I cleaned up at the SCW 1-Year Awards, bringing home FIVE different awards, including Man of the Year AND Wrestler of the Year?  And you know what, just as a little bit of icing on top of this cake, how about the fact that every damn person in this room, and watching at home, knows for shit sure that I am, by all rights, the current REIGNING NWA World Heavyweight Champion.  Don't get me wrong, you can screw that company and that piece of trash belt, but the one reason why it is relevant is that it proves, beyond doubt, that I am better than every last loser who was ever a part of that organization, in any one of the various wrestling federations, and that includes that complete nobody hack Drake Green.

Reporter #5:  So you really think your match against Drake will go so much differently than his versus Kevin Carter?

Nick:  That's not even up for debate.  It's not just that I will win, it's that I will whoop his ass all over that ring and show everyone why he doesn't even belong in the same building with me, never mind in an actual match.  He'll get to learn first hand the reality of the fact that everything I say is true, because it ain't bragging if you can back it up.  As you've all been told many times before;  I'm not cocky, I'm just the best.  That's it, we're done here.

With that, Nick pushes the microphone away and storms away from the podium and leaving the stage.  The reporters all jump to their feet and try to sneak in a last question while snapping some photos, but Jimmy is quick to run over and keep himself between Nick and the crowd as Nick disappears into the back as the scene cuts away.

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Sunday, July 14th, 2013

The scene opens up in the backstage area of the Bally's Grand Ballroom in Reno, Nevada, not long before that night's edition of SCW Climax Control was set to go on the air.  The scene shows Nick Jones walking out of a door into one of the backstage hallways and just as he does, he nearly runs directly into SCW Nurse Zoey Carpenter as she comes moving full speed down the hallway.  The two of them both come to a quick stop as Zoey turns to Nick with a smile on her face.

Zoey:  Oh, hey Nick.  Listen, I really wanted to talk to you about what happened the other day.

Nick looks made a bit nervous by Zoey's comment and opens his mouth to go to speak, but Zoey quickly cuts him off before he can say anything.

Zoey:  Please, let me just say what I need to say.  I just need to get this out.

Nick seems to get more nervous by the moment as he goes to speak again.

Nick:  But...

Zoey puts up one finger to indicate for Nick to wait as she continues on.

Zoey:  It's just, well... about what happened at last week's show.  You see, I...

Suddenly, from the doorway behind Nick which he just exited from emerges Nick's girlfriend, Diana.  As she appears, it becomes quite apparent the reason for Nick's nervousness and Zoey quickly becomes nervous herself as her eyes go wide and she begins to stutter.

Zoey:  Um, uh... yeah, ok... great... thanks for the help.  Um... bye.

With that, Zoey quickly turns and rushes off down the hallway without another word.  Nick then turns his attention towards Diana with a nervous smile on his face as Diana has a scowl upon hers.

Diana:  Care to tell me what exactly that was all about?

Nick:  What are you talking about?

Diana:  You... and HER.  We've talked about this before, Nick.

Nick:  Yeah, but... I mean, nothing happened.  We didn't even really say anything.  Just kind of ran into each other.  It was no big deal.

Diana:  Ok fine, then what did you guys say?

Nick:  What?  It was nothing.  Let's just move on.

Diana is clearly becoming more annoyed by the second as the tone in her voice gets more and more towards anger.

Diana:  If it was nothing then why won't you just tell me what the hell that was all about, huh?

Nick:  Well you heard her, she just um... asked me to help her with something.  So, you know... I did.

Diana:  Fine, what did you help her with?

Nick:  She needed to, um... know, uh...

Suddenly a big smile comes across his face as something seems to come to his mind.

Nick:  She needed to know where Mark's office is tonight.  Yeah, that's it!  So, you know, totally makes sense she would ask me, right?

Diana looks at Nick suspiciously but seems to be calming down a bit in the process.

Diana:  I suppose so.  Why did she need to know where Mark was though?

Nick:  Well, that's a, uh... good question.

Diana:  And the answer would be?

Nick:  Mark needed some, um... medical treatment.  You know, because she's a nurse.

Diana seems somewhat perplexed by this explanation as she continues on with more questions.

Diana:  Medical treatment?  Medical treatment for what?  Mark hasn't wrestled since you guys had your match three weeks ago, why would he need treatment now?

Nick:  That's because, well... it's not for an injury.  Yeah.

Diana:  Then what is it for?

Nick:  Well, um... Mark would probably rather I not go around telling people that.

Diana:  Oh, come on, honey... it's me.  We don't keep secrets from each other, Mark knows that.  Besides, he's your friend and I want to know if something is wrong.  What is it?

Nick:  Well, it is, um... she's giving him, uh... a prostate exam.

Nick looks confused, seeming to not even believe that he just said that, while Diana on the other hand looks absolutely disgusted by that answer.

Diana:  Ew, are you kidding me?  Why the hell would you tell me that?!?

Nick:  Oh, I don't know, maybe because you ASKED ME?!

Diana:  Yeah, but I didn't know it was going to be THAT.

Nick:  How would you without me telling you?  I told you that you shouldn't know, but you wouldn't stop nagging the shit out of me!

Diana:  Oh, so now this is my fault?

Nick:  Hold on, let me think about it.  Oh yeah, that's right... it is!

Diana:  There's a freakin' shocker.  Everything that ever happens is never the fault of the immortal Nick Jones, is that about right?

Nick:  It certainly is when someone is bitching and moaning about being told they were all pissed off about not being told about in the first place!

Diana:  Oh, screw you!

Diana pushes past Nick and starts to walk down the hall, but before going too far turns and looks back at Nick.

Diana:  You know, I've already told you this AT LEAST once before, but I'm going to make this crystal clear right now.  I don't EVER want to see you anywhere near that stupid whore again, you hear me?  I don't care what ridiculous reason you have to excuse it, it better not happen.  Got it?

Nick:  Yeah, yeah.  Whatever.

Diana turns and storms off as Nick rolls his eyes as Diana disappears out of sight.  Once she is finally gone, Nick takes a deep sigh of relief and speaks quietly to himself.

Nick:  I can't believe I pulled that crap off and that she actually believed me.  I mean, a prostate exam?  What the hell is the matter with me?

Nick shakes his head and walks off out of the shot as the scene cuts away.

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Later that night...

The scene opens back up in the office of Hot Stuff Mark Ward, as he is there along with Nick Jones, who seems to have just finished up telling him the story of the exchange that just took place between him and Diana.

Nick:  So basically, the bottom line is that in case it comes up and she asks you, you've got to tell Diana that Zoey was trying to track you down for some medical treatment.  You got it?

HS:  Yeah, yeah yank, I've got it.  I'm not an idiot you know.  Don't sweat it, it'll be fine.

Nick:  Ok great, thanks limey.  The last thing I need is any reasons to be catching any more shit from her than I already have been lately.

HS:  I hear you mate.  So just in case it comes up, I guess I should be prepared; what did you tell her I was getting treated for exactly?

Nick:  Um... don't worry about it, it's not a big deal really.  Just stick to the basic story and it'll be fine.

Nick's hesitance to respond clearly makes Mark suspicious, as he shoots Nick a curious look.

HS:  What are you talking about?  Just tell me what you said to her yank.  I don't want to be the reason you guys get into another fight.

Nick:  It's just... it doesn't matter.

HS:  Are you kidding me?  You came here asking me to lie to your girlfriend for you, and now you won't even tell me what you said to her?

Nick:  Fine, I'll tell you!  Just give me a damn minute, ok?

Mark looks at Nick rather confused as Nick is still hesitant to continue, but let's out a sigh before continuing on, mumbling in a quieter tone.

Nick:  I told Diana that Zoey had to give you a prostate exam.

Mark's eyes go wide as he clearly still managed to pick up everything Nick said.

HS:  You what?!?  What the hell is wrong with you yank?!?

Nick:  I don't know, I panicked.  I needed to come up with something and I figured, if I told her something like that, she wasn't going to want to press the issue too much.

HS:  So your solution is to tell your girlfriend that the nurse is coming around to start shoving things up my ass?!?

Nick:  Well I didn't exactly put it like that.

HS:  You might as well have!  Listen, I don't need this crap right now.  In case you haven't been paying attention, I have a match tonight.

Nick:  Big deal, me too.  Against that guy... damnit, what the hell is his name again?

HS:  It's Drake Green you horses ass.  Seriously?

Nick:  What can I say, it's hard to remember someone's name when you really just don't give a crap.

HS:  Whatever.  It doesn't matter, the bottom line is my match is much earlier on than yours and I need to go get ready.

Nick:  Yeah, need plenty of time to recover from that uncomfortable prostate exam.

Mark scowls at Nick, as Nick puts a big cheesy smile on his face, causing Mark to simply shake his head at him.

Nick:  It was just a joke.  Listen, I'm sure it won't ever come up again.  Good luck out there limey.

HS:  Yeah, whatever.  You too, I guess.

Nick:  Trust me limey, I don't need it.

Nick gives Mark a quick pat on the back and turns and walks off as the scene fades to black.

 Two weeks ago...

The scene opens up inside of the home of Nick Jones, a few days before the Climax Control that saw his shocking turn against his longtime friend and ally, SCW Co-Owner "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward.  The camera shows the homes dining room, which is currently populated by Nick and the entirety of his entourage; Diana, Big B, Tony, Max and Jimmy, who are all sitting around the dining room table for dinner.  As the dinner continues on, there is a variety of casual conversations that are ongoing, until one in particular stands out from the rest, with Jimmy addressing Nick with a question.

Jimmy:  So Nicky, baby, you got any big plans for the show this week or what?

Nick seems to be taken a bit back by the question and looks rather paranoid as he quickly snaps back at Jimmy.

Nick:  Big plans?  What?  No.  Why would I have any big plans?  I mean, come on, that's ridiculous.  There's nothing for me to have planned!

Everyone else at the table stops and looks at Nick, everyone seeming very confused by his peculiar reaction to Jimmy.

Jimmy:  I didn't mean anything by it, baby.  I was just asking.

Nick:  Well don't, alright?  It's just another show like any other week.  What would I possibly have to plan for?

Diana:  You do have a match this week you know.

Big B:  Yeah, against that Alk...  Alek... Alexy... well, you know!

Max:  It's pronounced Aleksei Koji.

Big B:  Yeah, him!

Nick:  What, you think I don't know that?  Of course I know that!  I just meant, other than planning for my match, there's no other plans I would have.  Why would I, right?

Diana:  Who knows, I think Jimmy was just making conversation.  What's with you, honey?

Nick:  You know what?  I don't need the freakin' third degree from you people, alright?

With that, Nick pushes his chair away from the table, gets up out of his seat and storms off out of the dining room, leaving everyone else behind looking very perplexed by this whole thing.  After a few moments of silence, the group returns to their meal as Diana is the only one who dares to comment on all of that.

Diana:  I think everyone bugging him about this whole Team SCW crap has really started to drive him to the point of insanity.

Tony:  You's ain't friggin' kiddin'.

Diana:  Hey now, I'd be careful how loudly you say that.  Let's be honest, I'm the only one around here who can get away with getting caught saying something like that.  The rest of you would probably get your asses fired.

Big B:  Nuh-uh!  Nick would never do that to any of us.  And plus, he's my cuz!  He would never do anything like that to me.

Diana:  Yeah, if you say so.

Diana rolls her eyes at Big B as she returns to her meal, while B seems to be completely oblivious to the sarcasm of Diana's comment.  The rest of the group continues eating as the scene cuts away.

The scene opens back up inside of the living room, where Nick is now located and is already in the midst of cell phone call.

Nick:  Listen man, I don't know how much longer I can keep this crap up.  Everyone around here is starting to ask me all these freakin' questions.  If we're going to do this, we need to do this NOW before someone figures out what the hell is going on!

As Nick carries on his phone conversation, in the background it can be seen that the door to the kitchen cracks open a little bit as Diana appears to start heading out into the living room to check on Nick, but instead stops and seems to be listening in on Nick's conversation as he continues on.

Nick:  Great, then let's do this damn thing already.  Enough wasting time with this crap, we need to strike while the iron is hot.  I'm telling you, nobody will ever see this coming!  When all is said and done, Nick Jones will be standing tall in the center of the ring and the entire damn arena and everyone watching at home won't believe what they just saw.  It will change the whole landscape of what's going on around this place right now, and it will never be the same again after this.

Diana seems somewhat shocked as she hears this conversation, all while Nick stops talking and seems to be listening to whoever he is on the phone with.  After a few moments of silence, Nick begins to speak again.

Nick:  Ok, great.  I'll see you on Sunday, man.  Yeah, bye.

Nick then hangs up the phone, at which point in time, Diana continues on into the living room.  As soon as she pushes her way through, Nick hears the door and quickly spins around to see her in, and begins stumbling over his words as he starts to speak before she has an opportunity to say anything.

Nick:  Oh yeah, that was, um... just my mom.  Yeah, just a quick call to see how things were going.  You know how it is.  She's always nagging me about stuff.

Diana looks at Nick very suspiciously, obviously not so convinced of his story given what she heard of the conversation, but instead chooses to play along.

Diana:  Oh really?  How is she doing?

Nick:  Um... fine.  Yeah, everything is, you know... good.

Diana:  Glad to hear it.  I hope you sent her my best.

Nick:  Yeah, of course.  You know, I'm going to go finish eating.

Nick goes to walk past Diana back into the dining room, but Diana steps in front of him to stop him for a moment.

Diana:  Can I just see your phone real quick?  I left mine charging upstairs and I just want to check what the weather is supposed to be like tomorrow.

Nick seems hesitant and looks down at the phone still in his hand and after some time, slowly starts to extend it towards Diana.

Nick:  Sure, I um... guess I have no reason why not.

Diana quickly snatches the phone out of Nick's hand and then looks down at it, but realizes Nick is simply standing there watching what she is doing.  Diana then stops and looks up at Nick and gives him a slight smile.

Diana:  You don't need to wait for me, honey.  I'll just be a minute.  Head on in and I'll be right there.

Nick:  Oh, um... ok.

Nick clearly begrudgingly leaves Diana behind with his phone in her hand and she waits until he finally disappears out of view into the dining room.  As soon as he does, Diana quickly starts to press a few buttons on his phone and appears to be looking through some things.  After a couple of seconds, she seems to have found what she is looking for, but looks a bit displeased with the findings.

Diana:  Caller blocked?  What the hell is going on here?  I don't like this one damn bit.

Diana stops and thinks things over for a few seconds before eventually exiting out of what she was viewing and turning off the screen to Nick's phone.  She eventually the turns and heads back into the dining room, looking very unhappy with the whole sequence of events as the scene fades.

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Earlier tonight...

The scene opens back up backstage at the Bellagio in Las Vegas, Nevada, just moments after NeWA Lord of the Ring has gone off the air.  Back in the locker room area, Nick is seen in the backstage area and he is absolutely furious at the outcome of the night's events and is completely trashing the locker room, throwing around and breaking absolutely anything and everything he can get his hands on, as Diana and Tony watch on.

Nick:  THIS IS COMPLETE FUCKING BULLSHIT!!!  THESE MOTHER FUCKERS HAVE FUCKED MY OVER FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME!!!

Diana:  I'm so sorry baby, I really can't believe this happened.

Nick:  This is fucking pathetic!!  I should be the NWA World Heavyweight Champion and every fucking person in every fucking company in this entire fucking alliance damn well knows it too!

Tony:  You's knows it, boss.  If dat Spike guy...

Tony doesn't even get to finish his sentence as Nick cuts him off.

Nick:  Fuck that shit!!  Don't believe that garbage for one damn second.  As much as I may hate that son of a bitch, I know damn well this isn't on him.  He's not the one who cancelled this match, and he's sure as hell not the one who made sure I didn't walk out of here as NWA Champion.

Diana:  What are you going to do about it?

Nick:  Oh, I won't be rushing to any decisions on that.  No, no, I need to make sure I do this all right.  When all is said and done, I will make every rat bastard responsible for this forever live to regret the day they thought they could get away with fucking over Nick Jones!

Tony:  Damn right, boss.  What about 'til den?

Nick:  Until then?  Well unfortunately for them, it looks like there's three sorry sons of bitches who are about to find themselves in the wrong place in the wrong time.  Come Sunday night, I'm going to be taking out all of my anger on that stupid ass teddy-bear loving freak show and his stupid ass kid's birthday party trickster of a partner.

Diana:  Maybe I shouldn't be asking this, but... what about Jordan?

Nick:  None of this was ever about Jordan, but if I step into the ring with him then so be it.  I will be more than happy to beat the ever-loving shit out of anyone I can get my damn hands on.  I'm about to remind all of these mother fucker of the one thing that some of these stupid shitheads seem to be dumb enough to have forgotten: it ain't braggin' if you back it up and whether or not these shitheads let me have the title that is rightfully mine; they will all be reminder that I'm not the least beat cocky, hell no... I'm the mother fucking BEST!!

At that moment, Nick grabs a nearby chair and throws it against the wall, smashing it into dozens of tiny little pieces, before turning and storming off out of the locker room, with Tony and Diana quickly following behind as the scene fades to black.